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THE 


PUBLIC  SCHOOL 

SINGING  BOOK! 

A  COLLECTION  OF 

ORIGINAL  AND  OTHER  SONGS,  ODES 
HYMNS,  ANTHEMS,  AND  CHANTS. 

USED  IN  THE  VARIOUS 

PUBLIC  SCHOOLS. 


LANCASTEK,  PA.; 
MURRAY,  YOUNG  &  Co. 

OPPOSITE  THE  POST  OFFICE,  QUEEN  ST. 


Entered,  according  to  the  act  of  Congress,  in  the 
year  1848,  by 

AARON  F.  COX, 

in  the  office  of  the  Clerk  of  the  District  Court  for  the 
Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania. 


Stereotyped  by 
S.  DOUGLAS  WYETH. 
No.  7  Pear  St.,  Philadelphia. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


THERE'S  MUCH  GOOD  CHEER. 

There 's  much  good  cheer  in  youthful  age 
When  fairy  scenes  the  heart  engage ; 
When  all  is  merry,  clear  and  bright, 
And  pleasure  reigns  from  morn  till  night. 
O,  who  like  us,  is  free  from  care, 
O,  who  in  sports  has  half  our  share ; 
We  bound  like  roebucks  o'er  the  plain, 
And  ever  fresh  and  free  remain. 

The  summer's  smile  we  ever  greet, 
We  love  its  berries  fresh  and  sweet; 
And  autumn  comes  with  welcome  glee, 
O  yes,  its  fruits  I  long  to  see. 
And  all  the  year  'tis  filled  with  good 
To  us  who  sail  on  youth's  bright  flood ; 
We  let  our  pleasures  take  the  wing, 
And  ever,  ever,  ever  sing. 

Pray  tell,  why  should  our  hearts  be  sad  1 
Yes,  yes,  why  should  we  not  be  glad  ] 
We 've  food  and  drink,  and  clothes  to  weai 
And  all  for  which  we  need  to  care ; 

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SINGING  BOOK. 


Come  on,  then,  let  us  merry  be, 
There  's  none  so  happy,  none  as  we ; 
Come,  let  us  shout,  and  let  us  sing, 
Till  echoes  make  the  welkin  ring. 


YE  BANKS  AND  BRAES. 

Ye  banks  and  braes  of  Bonnie  Doon, 

How  can  ye  bloom  so  fresh  and  fair ! 
How  can  ye  chant,  ye  little,  birds, 

And  I  so  weary,  full  of  care  ! 
Thou  'It  break  my  heart,  thou  warbling  bird. 

That  sportest  through  the  flowery  morn , 
Thou  mind'st  me  of  departed  joys, 

Departed,  never  to  return. 

Oft  have  I  sung,  by  Bonnie  Doon, 

To  cheer  the  friends  that  now  are  gone ; 
I  could  not  think  they  '&  fade  so  soon, 

And  sleep  beneath  the  cold,  cold  stone. 
With  lightsome  heart  I  pulled  the  flowers, 

To  deck  the  friends  I  may  not  see, — 
But  weary  long  will  be  the  hours, 

Till  they  are  all  restored  to  me. 


COLUMBIA,  THE  GEM  OF  THE 
OCEAN. 

0,  Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean, 
The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion, 
A  world  offers  homage  to  thee. 

Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble, 
When  liberty's  form  stands  in  view, 

Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 

When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  and  blue. 
When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  &c. 

When  war  winged  its  wide  desolation, 

And  threatened  the  land  to  deform, 
The  ark  then  of  freedom's  foundation, 

Columbia  rode  safe  through  the  storm ; 
With  her  garlands  of  vict'ry  around  her, 

When  so  proudly  she  bore  her  brave  crew. 
With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, 

The  boast  of  the  red,  white,  and  blue, 
The  boast  of  the  red,  &c. 

The  star  spangled  banner  bring  hither, 

O'er  Columbia's  true  sons  let  it  wave, 
May  the  wreaths  they  have  won  never 
wither, 

Nor  the  stars  cease  to  shine  on  the  brave 
May  the  service  united  ne'er  sever, 

But  they  to  their  colors  prove  true, 
The  Navy  and  Army  for  ever, 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue 
Three  cheers  for  the  red,  &c. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


GAILY  THE  FISHERMAN. 

Air — The  Troubadour, 

Gaily  the  fisherman  pulled  his  light  oar, 
As  he  was  hastening  home  from  afar, 
Singing  this  bonnie  night  hither  we  come, 
Pull,  my  boys  !  pull,  my  boys  !  we  're  near 
ing  home. 

None  for  the  fisherman  hopelessly  wept, 
As  he  thus  pulled  the  bark,  while  others 
slept, 

Singing  this  bonnie  night  we  will  not  roam, 
Pull,  my  boys  !  pull,  my  boys  !  we  're  near* 
ing  home. 

Hark!  't  is  the  fisherman  dropping  his  oar, 
As  he  so  merrily  leaped  to  the  shore, 
Singing  this  bonnie  night  we  have  not 
roamed,  [home. 
Rest,  my  boys  !  rest,  my  boys !  we  are  at 


ECHO  SONG,  FOR  HOLIDAYS. 

Up  the  hills  on  a  bright  sunny  morn, 
Voices  clear  as  the  bugle  horn, 
List  to  the  echoes  as  they  flow, 
Here  we  go,  we  go,  we  go ! 

Come  follow,  follow  me ; 

We  '11  come,  we  '11  come  with  glee. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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Hurrah,  hurrah,  we're  free, 
We  '11  follow,  follow  thee. 

Now  by  streamlets,  pearly,  pure, 
Here  we  wander,  free,  secure  ; 
See  how  the  rippling  waters  flow, 
On  they  go,  they  go,  they  go. 
Come  follow,  follow  me,  &c. 

Now  through  shady  vale  and  grove, 
Joyous,  happy,  here  we  rove  ; 
List  to  the  songster's  cheerful  lay- 
Happy  day,  happy  day,  happy  day. 
Come  follow,  follow  me,  &c. 

Happy  School  Boy,  cease  to  roam, 
Turn  thee  to  thy  joyful  home ; 
Smiles  shall  cheer  the  close  of  day, 
Home  away,  away,  away. 
Come  follow,  follow  me,  &c. 


SOFT  MUSIC  IS  STEALING. 
Air — Thou,  thou,  reign1  st  in  this  bosom* 
Soft,  soft  music  is  stealing, 

Sweet,  sweet,  lingers  the  strain, 
Loud,  loud,  now  it  is  pealing, 
Waking  the  echoes  again. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  waking  the  echoes  again. 


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SINGING  BOOR. 


Join,  join  f  children  of  sadness, 

Send,  send  !  sorrow  away, 
Now,  now,  changing  to  gladness, 

Warble  the  beautiful  lay. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  warble  the  beautiful  Jay 

Hope,  hope,  fair  and  enduring, 

Joy,  joy,  bright  as  the  day, 
Love,  love,  heaven  ensuring, 

Sweetly  invite  you  away. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes,  sweetly  invite  you  away 

CHILDHOOD'S  SONG. 

Happy  days  are  gliding  o'er  us, 

Life  is  fresh,  and  earth  is  fair ; 
Sorrow  swiftly  flies  before  us, 

And  we  gaily  laugh  at  care. 
From  our  quiet  slumber  springing, 

Cheerfully  we  pass  the  day, 
Each  succeeding  moment  bringing 

Pleasant  study,  work,  or  play. 

Sometimes  angry  passions  rising, 

Drive  away  our  peace  of  mind ; 
O  't  is  strange,  't  is  quite  surprising 

That  we  are  not  always  kind. 
If  we  cherish  good  affections, 

And  our  parents  will  obey; 
If  we  follow  the  directions 

Of  our  teachers  through  the  day ; 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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If  our  spirit,  meekness  learning, 

Unto  God  their  homage  give ; 
Like  the  modest  violet  turning 

To  the  sky  its  azure  leaves, 
Then  we  never  need  be  fearful — 

As  the  lamb  and  cooing  dove, 
We  are  happy,  we  are  cheerful, 

When  our  hearts  are  full  of  love. 

ROUND. 

Hark — 't  is  the  bells  of  the  village  church, 
How  pleasantly  they  strike  on  the  ear, 
And  how  merrily  they  ring. 
Come  let  us  join  and  we'll  imitate  their 
melody, 

Let  each  take  a  part  in  the  harmony,  and 
sing. 

I  love  a  merry  peal  of  bells, 
Of  hope  and  joy  their  music  tells, 
When  travelling  homeward  merrily, 
They  greet  us  ever  cheerily. 

Hark,  &c,  repeating. 

THE  MIGHT  WITH  THE  RIGHT. 

May  every  year  but  draw  more  near 
The  time  when  strife  shall  cease, 

And  truth  and  love  all  hearts  shall  move, 
To  live  in  joy  and  peace. 


10  SINGING  BOOK. 

Now  sorrow  reigns,  and  earth  complains, 
For  folly  still  her  power  maintains  ; 

But  the  day  shall  yet  appear, 
When  the  might  with  the  right  and  the  truth 

shall  be, 

When  the  might  with  the  right  and  the  truth 
shall  be, 

And  come  what  there  may, 

To  stand  in  the  way, 

That  day  the  world  shall  see. 

Let  good  men  ne'er  of  truth  despair, 

Though  humble  efforts  fail ; 
Oh,  give  not  o'er  until  once  more 

The  righteous  cause  prevail. 
In  vain  and  long  enduring  wrong, 
The  weak  may  strive  against  the  strong 

But  the  day  shall  yet  appear, 

When  the  might,  &c. 

Though  interest  pleads  that  noble  deeds 

The  world  will  not  regard  ; 
To  noble  minds,  that  duty  binds, 

No  sacrifice  is  hard. 
The  brave  and  true  may  seem  but  few, 
But  hope  has  better  things  in  view, 

And  the  day  will  yet  appear, 

When  the  might,  &c» 


SINGING  BOOK. 


'T  IS  NEAR  THE  SPOT. 

'T  is  near  the  spot  in  which  I  dwell, 

There  stands  a  lovely  grove, 
Encompassed  by  a  charming  dell, 

In  which  I  love  to  rove  ; 
To  hear  the  gentle  breezes  sigh, 
And  hear  the  feather'd  songster's  cry, 

Cuckoo,  cuckoo,  cuckoo,  cuckoo. 
To  hear  the  gentle  breezes  sigh, 
And  hear  the  feather'd  songster's  cry, 

Cuckoo,  cuckoo,  cuckoo,  cuckoo. 

If  days  of  sadness  e'er  assail, 

I  hie  me  to  the  wood, 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  never  fail, 

Where  all  is  bright  and  good : 
9T  is  here,  when  no  one  else  is  nigh, 
I  hear  the  cuckoo's  cheerful  cry, 

Cuckoo,  &c. 

When  days  of  joy  come  o'er  my  head, 
I  seek  this  charming  scene, 

Alone  along  the  valley  tread, 
And  view  the  lively  green : 

And  who  so  happy  then  as  I, 

In  hearing  oft  the  cheerful  cry, 

Cuckoo,  &c. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


MALTESE  BOATMAN'S  SONG. 
See,  brothers,  see,  how  the  night  comes  on, 
Slowly  sinks  the  setting  sun, 
Hark !  how  the  solemn  vesper's  sound 
Sweetly  falls  upon  the  ear :  [is  o'er, 

Then  haste,  let  us  work  till  the  daylight 

And  fold  our  net  as  we  row  to  the  shore — 

Our  toil  and  labor  being  o'er, 

How  sweet  the  boatman's  welcome  home. 
Home,  home,  home — the  boatman's  welcome 
home  1  [home ! 

Sweet !  oh,  sweet — the  boatman's  welcome 

See  how  the  tints  of  daylight  die, 
Soon  we  '11  hear  the  tender  sigh ; 
For  when  the  toil  of  labor's  o'er, 
We  shall  meet  our  friends  on  shore : 

Then  haste,  let  us  work  till  the  daylight 
is  o'er, 

And  fold  our  nets  as  we  row  to  the  shore- 
For  fame  or  gold  howe'er  we  roam, 
No  sound  so  sweet  as  welcome  home. 

Home,  home,  &c. 


THE  PILOT. 

0,  Pilot,  't  is  a  fearful  night, 
There's  danger  on  the  deep  ; 

I  '11  come  and  pace  the  deck  with  thee, 
I  do  not  dare  to  sleep  : 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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*  Go  down"  the  sailor  cried,  "  go  down, 

This  is  no  place  for  thee, 
Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 

Wherever  thou  may'st  be." 

Ah !  Pilot,  dangers  often  met, 

We  all  are  apt  to  slight ; 
And  thou  hast  known  these  raging  waves, 

But  to  subdue  their  might. 
"  O,  't  is  not  apathy,"  he  cried, 

<k  That  gives  this  strength  to  me, 
Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 

Wherever  thou  may'st  be. 

"  On  such  a  night  the  sea  engulphed 

My  fathers  lifeless  form  ; 
My  only  brother's  boat  went  down 

In  just  so  wild  a  storm  ; 
And  such,  perhaps,  may  be  my  fate, 

But  still  I  say  to  thee, 
Fear  not,  but  trust  in  Providence, 

Wherever  thou  may'st  be." 


I  SEE  THEM  ON  THEIR  WINDING 
WAY. 

I  see  them  on  their  winding  way, 
About  their  ranks  the  moonbeams  play; 
Their  lofty  deeds  and  daring  high, 
Blend  with  the  notes  of  victory, 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


And  waving  arms,  and  banners  bright, 
Are  glancing  in  the  mellow  light. 
They  're  lost  and  gone — the  moon  is  past, 
The  wood's  dark  shade  is  o'er  them  cast, 
And  fainter,  fainter,  fainter  still, 
The  march  is  rising  o'er  the  hill. 

I  see  them,  &c. 

Again,  again,  the  pealing  drum, 
The  clashing  horn — they  come,  they  come ; 
Through  rocky  pass,  o'er  wooded  steep, 
In  long  and  glittering  files  they  sweep ; 
And  nearer,  nearer,  yet  more  near, 
Their  softened  chorus  meets  the  ear. 
Forth,  forth,  and  meet  them  on  their  way, 
The  tramping  hoofs  brook  no  delay ; 
With  thrilling  fife,  and  pealing  drum, 
And  clashing  horn — they  come,  they  come* 
I  see  them,  &c. 


THE  SUNSET  TREE. 
Come  to  the  sunset  tree, 

The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  woodman's  axe  lies  free, 

And  the  reaper's  work  is  done : 
The  twilight  star  to  Heaven, 

And  the  summer  dew  to  flowers, 
And  rest  to  us  is  given 

By  the  cool  soft  evening  hours. 
Come  to  the  sunset  tree,  &c 


SINGING  BOOK. 


Sweet  is  the  hour  of  rest, 

Pleasant  the  wind's  low  sigh, 
And  the  gleaming  of  the  west, 

And  the  turf  whereon  we  lie — 
When  the  burden  and  the  heat 

Of  labor's  task  are  o'er, 
And  kindly  voices  greet 

The  tired  one  at  his  door. 

Come  to  the  sunset  tree,  &c. 


CANADIAN  BOAT  SONG. 
Faintly  as  tolls  the  evening  chime, 
Our  voiees  keep  tune  and  our  oars  keep 
time ; 

Soon  as  the  woods  on  the  shore  look  dim, 
We  '11  sing  at  St.  Ann's  our  parting  hymn ; 
Row,  brothers,  row,  the  stream  runs  fast, 
The  rapids  are  near,  and  the  daylight 's  past. 
Why  should  we  yet  our  sails  unfurl, 
There 's  not  a  breath  the  blue  wave  to  curl ; 
But  when  the  wind  blows  off  the  shore, 
Oh,  sweetly  we  '11  rest  our  weary  oar. 
Blow,  breezes  blow,  the  stream  runs  fast, 
The  rapids  are  near,  and  the  daylight 's  past 

BELL  CHIMES. 

Wake  ye  bells,  from  every  echoing  steeple ! 
Brother  voices,  wake !  with  loud  reply ; 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


Greet  the  hearts  of  all  the  people, 
Freedom's  flame  is  blazing*  high — 

Is  blazing  high,  is  blazing  high. 

Wake,  while  thousand  hearts,  as  one,  are 
beating, 

Far  and  wide  proclaim  their  jubilee  ; 
Speed  through  hill  and  vale  our  greeting, 
Tell  to  all  the  world,  We  're  free. 

We  're  free — we  're  free. 

Say,  we  Ve  fought  the  battle  for  opinion; 

Say,  we  dare  to  look  around,  above ; 
All  we  feel,  we  speak  ;  dominion — 

There  is  none  we  own,  but  love. 

But  love — but  love. 

Wake,  ye  bells !  your  chimes  are  blithe  as 
morning, 

When  its  breath  makes  all  the  world 
seem  new; 
Yet  a  sound  of  Sabbath  warning, 
Blending  with  them  says,  Be  true. 

Be  true — be  true. 


COME  ALL  LITTLE  CHILDREN. 

Air — The  Last  Rose  of  Summer. 
Come  all  little  children,  and  grateful  hearts 
bring, 

With  souls  light  and  joyous  we  '11  cheer- 
fully sing, 


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In  spring's  early  blossoms  so  lovely  and 
bright, 

May  no  rude  blast  assail  us  our  visions  to 
blight. 

0  deign,  God  all  glorious,  to  smile  on  our 

youth, 

And  early  enrich  us  with  wisdom  and  truth 
And  when  in  full  manhood  our  fond  homes 
we  leave, 

May  the  lessons  of  childhood  to  our  minds 
ever  cleave. 

When  time  rolling  onward  shall  leave  us 
alone, 

And  our  fond  hearts  remember  the  dearest 

ones  gone  ; 
While  life's  day  is  closing  may  Hope's  star 

display, 

A  place  of  reunion  on  a  far  brighter  day. 

OH,  IS  IT  NOT  A  PITY. 

Aia — /  worCt  be  a  Nun. 

Oh,  is  it  not  a  pity  such  a  little  child  as  I, 
Who  loves  to  go  to  Public  School,  should 

stay  at  home  and  cry. 
No,  I  can't  stay  away,  no  I  can't  stay  away, 

1  am  so  fond  of  Public  School  I  cannot  stay 

away. 

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18  SINGING  BOOK. 

I  cannot  bear  to  stay  away,  it  will  not  do 
for  me  ; 

Do  let  me  go  to  Public  School,  and  learn 
my  A  B  C. 

O,  I  can't  stay  away,  &c. 

0,  mother,  please  to  let  me  go,  and  see  how 

good  I  '11  be, 
And  then  I  will  come  home  at  night  and  tell 

you  all  I  see. 

No,  I  can't  stay  away,  &c. 


HOME,  SWEET  HOME. 

"Mid  pleasures  and  palaces,  where'er  we 
may  roam, 

Be  it  ever  so  humble,  there 's  no  place  like 
home ; 

A  charm  from  the  skies  seems  to  hallow  us 
there, 

Which,  seek  through  the  world,  is  ne'er  met 
with  elsewhere. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 
There 's  no  place  like  home. 

I  gaze  on  the  moon,  as  I  tread  the  drear 
wild, 

And  feel  that  my  parent  now  thinks  of  her 
child; 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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She  looks  on  that  moon  from  our  own  cot 
tage  door, 

Through  woodbines  whose  fragrance  shall 
cheer  me  no  more. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  &c. 

An  exile  from  home,  splendor  dazzles  in 
vain, 

O  give  me  my  lowly  thatch'd  cottage  again  ; 
The  birds  singing  gaily  that  came  at  my  call, 
Give  me  them  with  the  peace  of  mind 
dearer  than  all. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  &c. 


WE  WILL  RISE. 
Air — Will  you  come  to  the  Bower, 
We  will  rise  from  our  benches  and  run  out 
to  play ;  [the  day  ; 

Our  lessons  are  finished,  and  bright  shines 
We  will  play  with  good  feeling,  and  never 
intrude 

On  each  other's  comfort,  and  never  be  rude. 
Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you  join 
us  in  play,  [gay. 
Will  you  pass  the  intermission,  joyful  and 

With  our  spirits  enliven'd —  with  vigor 
anew,  [to  pursue; 

We  '11  come  to  our  school  room,  our  tasks 


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All  our  classes  arranged,  and  good  order 
restored, 

We  '11  seek  the  sweet  pleasure  our  lessons 
afford, 

Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you  mind 

ev'ry  rule  ] 
Will  you  reap  the  blessings  of  our  good 

Public  School. 

WThen  the  school  hours  are  past,  to  our 

homes  we  '11  resort, 
Renewing  there  daily  our  lessons  and  sport : 
And  at  night  when  to  slumber  we  weary 

repair, 

Our  last  waking  moments  shall  finish  in 
prayer. 

Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you  join 

our  pursuit  1 
Gaining  from  the  Public  School  the  fairest 

of  fruit. 


0,  HOW  BRIGHTLY. 

O  how  brightly,  how  brightly  the  sun  moves 
along 

From  the  east  to  the  west,  through  the  sky. 
O,  how  lovely,  how  lovely,  the  moon  looks 
among 

All  the  stars,  as  they  sparkle  on  high. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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These  glorious  lights  to  us  were  given, 
To  raise  our  thoughts  from  earth  to  heaven. 
O,  how  lovely,  how  lovely,  they  all  move 
along, 

Shedding  light  o'er  the  world  from  on 
high. 

O,  how  swiftly,  how  swiftly,  the  bird  flies 
away 

To  his  home  on  the  tall  forest  tree  ; 
O,  how  sweetly,  how  sweetly  he  sings  all 
the  day, 

And  as  happy  as  happy  can  be ; 
'Tis  thus  he  tells  of  favors  given, 
And  while  he  sings  he  soars  to  heaven. 
O,  how  sweetly,  how  sweetly  he  sings  all 
the  day 

In  his  nest  on  the  tall  forest  tree. 

And  the  roses,  the  roses  and  lilies  so  fair, 
Which  we  pluck  from  the  green  fields  in 
May, 

Fill  with  fragrance,  with  fragrance,  the 
fresh  morning  air ; 

And  to  us,  as  they  bloom,  seem  to  say, 
By  whom  their  sweet  perfume  was  given, 
And  thus  they  send  it  back  to  Heaven. 
O,  the  roses,  the  roses,  and  lilies  so  fair, 

Fill  the  air,  fill  the  air,  all  the  day. 


22  SINGING  BOOK. 

SONG  OF  THE  FREE. 
We  're  glad  for  the  blessing  we  're  richly 
possessing, 

To  live  as  the  free ; 
0  !  where  is  the  nation  in  all  the  creation, 

So  happy  as  we. 
We  '11  sing  of  our  glory,  and  tell  the  glad 
story, 

Through  earth's  wide  domain  ; 
That  here  is  no  cow'ring  to  haughty  o'er- 
•   pow'ring  : 

No  sov'reign  to  reign. 
We  '11  speak  of  the  treasure  possessed  in 
full  measure, 

To  rule  as  we  choose  : 
All  sovereign  dictation  in  this  happy  nation, 

We  '11  ever  refuse. 
Our  lands  and  our  waters,*our  sons  and  oui 
daughters, 

Shall  ever  be  free  : 
We  '11  shout  for  the  glory,  we  '11  tell  the  glad 
story, 

In  loud  merry  glee. 
Let  tyrants  and  slavery,  and  vices  and 
knavery, 

Be  put  far  away  : 
Then  all  that  we  cherish  shall  fadelessly 
flourish, 

Nor  ever  decay. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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VACATION  SONG. 
Away  over  mountain,  away  over  plain  ! 
Vacation  has  come  with  its  pleasures  again; 
Where  young  steps  are  bounding,  and  young 

hearts  are  gay, 
To  the  fun  and  the  frolic,  away  boys,  away! 
Away,  away  ! 

We  Ve  sought  your  approval  with  hearty 
good  will, 

We  "old  ones,"  have  spoken,  we  young 

ones  sat  still ; 
But  now 't  is  all  over,  we  're  off  to  our  play, 
Nor  will  think  of  a  school  book  for  six 

weeks  to-day. 

Away,  away !-  &c. 

The  fresh  breezes  revel  the  branches  be- 
tween ; 

The  bird  springs  aloft  from  her  covert  of 
green ; 

Our  dog  waits  our  whistle,  the  fleet  steed 
our  call, 

Our  boat  safely  rocks  where  we  moored  her 
last  fall, 

Our  boat,  our  boat,  &c. 

Where  the  clustering  grapes  hang  purple, 
we  know, 

The  pastures  and  woods  where  the  ripe 
berries  grow, 


24  SIWGIIN'G  BOOK. 

The  broad  trees  we  '11  climb  where  the 

sunny  fruits  rest, 
And  bring  down  their  stores  for  the  lips  we 

love  best, 

Love  best,  love  best,  &c. 

Dear  comrades,  farewell !  ye,  who  join  us 
no  more, 

Think  life  is  a  school,  and  till  term  time  is 
o'er, 

Oh !  meet  unrepining  each  task  that  is 
given, 

Till  our  time  of  probation  is  ended  in 
heaven, 

In  heaven,  in  heaven  !  &c. 

FIRST  DAY  OF  MAY. 

How  sweet  is  the  pleasure  on  May's  lovely 
morning, 

To  rove  o'er  the  meadows  all  blithesome 
and  free ! 

With  garlands   of   flowers  our  temples 
adorning, 

And  dancing  and  singing  with  high 
merry  glee. 

There's  pleasure  in  freedom,  whatever  the 
season, 

That  makes  every  object  look  lovely  and 
fair; 


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Then  surely  for  pleasure  we  have  a  good 
reason, 

For  freedom  has  blest  us  and  freed  us 
from  care. 

O  let  us  this  May  day  dispel  all  our  sadness, 
And  give  to  the  winds  every  sorrowing 
cloud ; 

Let's  fill  u^  our  pleasure,  and  pour  forth 
our  gladness, 
In  songs  that  shall  echo  them  loud  and 
more  loud. 
There 's  pleasure  in  freedom,  &c. 

All  nature  in  beauty  and  splendor  is  shining, 
The  hill  and  the  valley  are  lovely  and 
bright ; 

From   earliest  morning  to  evening's  de- 
clining, 

There's  nought  that  appears,  but  it  gives 
us  delight ; 

There's  pleasure  in  freedom,  &c. 


MERRY  SWISS  BOY. 

Come,  arouse  thee,  arouse  thee,  my  brave 
Swiss  boy !  {Repeat) 
Take  thy  pail  and  to  labour  away ! 
The  sun  is  up  with  ruddy  beam ; 
The  kine  are  thronging  to  the  stream* 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


Come  arouse  thee,  arouse  thee,  my  brave 

Swiss  boy, 
Take  thy  pail  and  to  labor  away. 
Am  not  I,  am  not  %  say,  a  merry  Swiss  boy, 
When  I  hie  to  the  mountain  away  ! 
For  there  a  shepherd  maiden  dear, 
Awaits  my  song  with  listening  ear, 

Am  not  I,  &c. 

Then  at  night !  then  at  night — Oh !  a  gay 

Swiss  boy ! 
I'm  away  to  my  comrades,  away  ! 
The  cup  we  fill — the  wine  is  pass'd 
[n  friendship  round,  until  at  last 
With  good  night !  and  good  night !  goes  tht 

happy  Swiss  boy 
To  his  home  and  his  slumbers  away. 


KNOW  YE  THE  LAND. 

Know  ye  the  land  where  the  red  man  late 
roam'd 

Through  primeval  woods  after  beasts  of 
the  chase ;  [stowed. 
Where  nature  her  prodigal  bounties  be* 

For  the  use  of  the  favourite  race. 
'T  is  the  land  of  my  fathers,  the  home  of 
the  free, 

The  last  lone  asylum,  the  last  lone  asylum, 
'Tis  the  last  lone  asylum  of  sweet  Liberty. 


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Know  ye  the  land  that  intolerance  planted, 
With  self-banished  people  for  conscience's 
cause, 

Who  grew  and  increased,  yea  to  millions 

expanded, 
Independent  and  ruled  by  just  laws. 
'T  is  the  home  of  my  childhood,  the  land  of 

the  free. 

The  last  hope  of  all  men,  the  last  hope  of 
all  men, 

*Tis  the  last  hope  of  all  men  who  love 
Liberty. 

Know  ye  the  land  wherein  Washington 
flourished, 
Where  man  is  regarded  the  fellow  of 
man, 

Where  nothing  is  heard  of  the  privileged 
classes ; 

And  what's  noble,  by  honor  we  scan. 
'T  is  my  own  native  land,  happy  land  of  the 
free, 

The  last  lone  asylum,  the  last  lone 
asylum, 

*T  is  the  last  lone  asylum  of  sweet  Liberty. 

Know  ye  the  land  where  the  eagle  un- 
daunted, 

Ne'er  shrinks  from  the  sun  m  the  pride 
of  his  flight ; 


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SINGING  BOOK.  1 


Where  freemen  possess  the  kind  soil  they 

have  planted, 
Blest  region  of  thought  and  of  light. 
T  is  the  world  of  Columbus,  the  home  of 

the  free. 

The  last  hope  of  all  men,  the  last  hope  of 
all  men, 

'T  is  the  last  hope  of  all  men  who  love 
Liberty. 


ROCKAWAY. 

On  old  Long  Island's  sea-girt  shore, 
Many  an  hour  I  've  whiled  away, 

In  list'ning  to  the  breaker's  roar, 
That  washed  the  beach  at  Rockaway. 

Transfix'd  I 've  stood  while  Nature's  lyre 
In  one  harmonious  concert  broke, 

And  catching  its  Promethean  fire, 

My  soul  to  rapture  broke. 

Oh,  oh,  oh,  oh ! 

On  old  Long  Island's  sea-girt  shore. 

Oh,  how  delightful  'tis  to  stroll, 

Where  murm'ring  winds  and  waters  meet 
Marking  the  billows  as  they  roll, 

And  break  resistless  at  your  feet ; 
To  watch  young  Iris  as  she  dips 

Her  mantle  in  the  sparkling  dew. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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And  chas'd  by  Sol,  away  she  trips, 
O'er  the  horizon's  quiv'ring  blue, 

Oh,  oh,  oh,  oh  !  &c. 

To  hear  the  startling  night  winds  sigh, 

As  dreamy  twilight  lulls  to  sleep ; 
While  the  pale  moon  reflects  from  high, 

Her  image  in  the  mighty  deep  ; 
Majestic  scene,  where  Nature  dwells, 

Profound  in  everlasting  love, 
While  her  unmeasur'd  music  swells 

The  vaulted  firmament  above. 

Oh,  oh,  oh,  oh  !  &c. 

LIST,  LIST,  'TIS  MUSIC  STEALING. 
List !  't  is  music  stealing 

O'er  the  rippling  sea; 
Bright  yon  moon  is  beaming, 

O'er  each  tower  and  tree. 
The  waves  seem  list'ning  to  the  sound, 

As  silently  they  flow 
O'er  coral  groves  and  fairy  ground, 

And  sparkling  caves  below. 

List!  'tis  music  stealing 

O'er  the  rippling  sea ; 
Bright  yon  moon  is  beaming, 

O'er  each  tower  and  tree.N 
L^st,  list,  list,  to  the  evening  bells ! 
List,  list,  list,  to  the  evening  bells ! 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


THE  IVY  GREEN. 

Oh,  a  dainty  plant  is  the  ivy  green, 

That  creepeth  o'er  ruins  old  ; 
Of  right  choice  food  are  his  meals,  I  ween, 

In  his  cell  so  lone  and  cold. 
The  wall  must  be  crumbled,  the  stone  de- 
cayed, 

To  pleasure  his  dainty  whim ; 
And  the  mouldering  dust  that  years  have 
made, 

Is  a  merry  meal  for  him. 

Creeping  where  no  life  is  seen, 
A  rare  old  plant  is  the  ivy  green. 

Fast  he  stealeth  on,  though  he  wears  no 
wings, 

And  a  siaunch  old  head  has  he ; 
How  closely  he  twineth,  how  tight  he  clings 

To  his  friend — the  huge  oak  tree; 
And  slyly  he  traileth  along  the  ground, 

And  his  leaves  he  gently  waves, 
As  he  joyously  hugs,  and  crawleth  round 
The  rich  mould  of  dead  men's  graves. 
Creeping  where  grim  death  hath  been, 
A  rare  old  plant  is  the  ivy  green. 

Whole  ages  have  fled,  and  works  decayed, 
And  nations  have  scattered  been  ! 

But  the  stout  old  ivy  shall  never  fade, 
From  its  hale  and  hearty  green. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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The  brave  old  plant  in  its  lonely  days, 

Shall  fatten  upon  the  past ; 
For  the  stateliest  building  man  can  raise, 
Is  the  ivy's  food  at  last. 

Creeping  on  where  time  hath  been, 
A  rare  old  plant  is  the  ivy  green. 


I  'VE  BEEN  ROAMING. 

1  Ve  been  roaming,  I 've  been  roaming, 
Where  the  meadow  dew  is  sweet, 

And  I'm  coming,  and  I  'm  coming, 
With  its  pearls  upon  my  feet. 

IVe  been  roaming,  I've  been  roaming, 

O'er  the  rose  and  lily  fair, 
And  I 'm  coming,  and  I 'm  coming, 

With  their  blossoms  in  my  hair. 

I  Ve  been  roaming,  I  Ve  been  roaming, 
Where  the  honeysuckle  creeps, 

And  I 'm  coming,  and  I 'm  coming, 
With  its  kisses  on  my  lips. 

I  Ve  been  roaming,  I  Ve  been  roaming, 

Over  hill  and  over  plain, 
And  I 'm  coming,  and  I 'm  coming, 

To  my  bower  back  again. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


GOOD  BYE. 

Farewell,  farewell  is  a  lonely  sound, 

And  always  brings  a  sigh  ; 
But  give  to  me  when  lov'd  ones  part, 

That  sweet  old  word  u  good  bye," 

That  sweet  old  word  "  good  bye." 

That  sweet  old  word  "good  bye." 
But  give  to  me  when  lov'd  ones  part, 

That  sweet  old  word  "  good  bye." 
Farewell,  farewell,  may  do  for  the  gay, 

When  pleasure's  throng  is  nigh, 
But  give  to  me  that  better  word 

That  comes  from  the  heart  "  good  bye," 

That  comes  from  the  heart  "  good  bye," 

That  comes  from  the  heart  u  good  bye." 
But  give  to  me  that  better  word 

That  comes  from  the  heart  "  good  bye." 
Adieu,  adieu,  we  hear  it  oft 

With  a  tear,  perhaps  with  a  sigh,  [not, 
Bat  the  heart  feels  most  when  the  lips  move 

And  the  eye  speaks  the  gentle  "  good  bye," 

And  the  eye  speaks  the  gentle  "  good  byr." 

And  the  eye  speaks  the  gentle  "  good  bye." 
But  the  heart  feels  most  when  the  lips  move 
not, 

And  the  eye  speaks  the  gentle  "  good  bye." 
Farewell,  farewell  is  never  heard, 

When  the  tear 's  in  the  mother's  eye, 
Adieu,  adieu,  she  speaks  it  not, 

; 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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But  my  love  "  good  bye/1  "  good  bye 
But  my  love  "good  bye,"  "good  bye," 
But  my  love  "good  bye,"  "good  bye," 
Adieu,  adieu,  she  speaks  it  not, 
But  my  love  "  good  bye,"  "  good  bye." 


NATIONAL  HYMN. 

My  country !  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing. 
Land,  where  my  fathers  died; 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 
My  native  country !  thee— 
Land  of  the  noble  free — 

Thy  name  I  love : 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 

Like  that  above. 
Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees, 

Sweet  freedom's  song* 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 

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34  SINGING  BOOK. 

Our  father's  God !  to  thee — 
Author  of  liberty ! 

To  thee  we  sing; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright ; 
With  freedom's  holy  light 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  king ! 


THE  SPIDER  AND  FLY. 

Will  you  walk  into  my  parlor  ] 

Said  a  spider  to  a  fly ; 
*Tis  the  prettiest  little  parlor 

That  ever  you  did  spy: 
You  have  only  got  to  pop  your  head 

Within  side  of  the  door, 
You  '11  see  so  many  curious  things 

You  never  saw  before. 

Will  you,  will  you  walk  in  Mr.  Fly  ? 

Will  you  grant  me  one  sweet  kiss  1 

Said  the  spider  to  the  fly ; 
To  taste  your  charming  lips 

I 've  a  curiosity : 
But  if  perchance  our  lips  should  meet, 

A  wager  I  woukHay , 
Of  ten  to  one  you  would  not  often 

Let  them  come  away. 

Will  you  walk  in  Mr.  Fly  1 


SINGING  BOOK. 


85 


The  silly  fly,  with  vaunting  pride, 

Drew  neaf  the  spider's  door, 
So  charmed  was  he  with  flattering  words, 

He  ne'er  had  heard  before. 
Then  up  he  sprung,  but  both  his  wings 

Were  in  the  web  caught  fast; 
The  spider  laughed,  ah !  ah !  my  boy 

IVe  caught  you  safe  at  last. 
Will  you  walk  out  Mr.  Fly. 

The  moral  here  is  very  clear, 

And  warns  us  to  beware 
The  lying  and  the  flattering  tongue, 

Which  charms  but  to  ensnare ; 
And  when  the  tempter  falsely  says 

"  Thou  shalt  not  surely  die 
Just  call  to  mind  this  little  song, 

Of  the  spider  and  the  fly. 

And  then  keep  out,  Mr.  Fly. 


SWEET  MEMORIES  OF  THEE. 

When  soft  stars  are  peeping  through  the 

pure  azure  sky, 
And  southern  gales  sweeping  their  warm 

breathings  by ; 
Like  sweet  music  pealing  far  o'er  the  blue 

sea, 

There  came  o'er  me  stealing  sweet  mem'ries 
of  thee. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


The  bright  rose  when  faded  flings  forth  o'er 
its  tomb, 

Its  velvet  leaves  laded  with  silent  perfume ; 
Thus  round  me  will  hover,  in  grief  or  in 
glee, 

Till  life's  dream  be  over,  sweet  mem'ries  of 
thee. 

As  a  sweet  lute  that  lingers  in  silence  alone, 
Unswe.pt  by  light  fingers  scarce  murmers  a 
tone — 

My  young  heart  resembleth  that  lute  light 
and  free, 

Till  o'er  its  chords  trembleth  those  mem'ries 
of  thee. 


THE  STAR  SPANGLED  BANNER. 

Oh !  say  can  you  see  by  the  dawn's  early 
light, 

What  so  proudly  we  hailed  at  the  twilight's 
last  gleaming  1 
Whose  broad  stripes  and  bright  stars  thro* 
the  perilous  fight, 
O'er  the  ramparts  we  watch'd  were  so 
gallantly  streaming; 
And  the  rocket's  red  glare,  the  bombs  burst- 
ing in  air, 

Gave  proof  through  the  night  that  our  flag 
was  still  there ! 


SINGING  BOOK.  87 

Oh  say  does  the  star  spangled  banner  yet 
wave 

O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the 
brave  1 

On  the  shore  dimly  seen  thro'  the  mist  of 
the  deep, 

Where  the  foe's  haughty  host  in  dread 

silence  reposes, 
What  is  that  which  the  breeze,  o'er  the 

towering  steep 
As  it  fitfully  blows,  half  conceals,  half 

discloses : 

Now  it  catches  the  gleam  of  the  morning's 
first  beam, 

In  full  glory  reflected  now  shines  on  the 
stream ; 

Tis  the  star  spangled  banner !  oh  long  may 
it  wave, 

O'er  the  land  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of 
the  brave  ! 

Oh !  thus  be  it  ever,  when  freemen  shall 
stand 

Between  their  lov 'd  home,  and  the  war's 
desolation, 

Blest  with  victory  and  peace,  may  the  hea- 
ven rescued  land 
Praise  the  power  that  hath  made  and  pre- 
served us  a  nation : 

Then  conquer  we  must,  when  our  cause  it 
is  just. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


And  this  be  our  motto — "In  God  is  our  trust." 
And  the  star  spangled  banner!  in  triumph 
shall  wave 

O'er  the  land  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of 
the  brave ! 


THE  FIELD  DAISY. 
I  'm  a  pretty  little  thing, 
Always  coming  with  the  spring, 
In  the  meadows  green  I 'm  found, 
Peeping  just  above  the  ground, 
And  my  stalk  is  covered  flat, 
With  a  white  and  yellow  hat. 
Little  lady,  when  you  pass 
Lightly  o'er  the  tender  grass, 
Skip  about,  but  do  not  tread 
On  my  meek  but  healthful  head 
For  I  always  seem  to  say, 
Chilly  winter's  gone  away. 


HAIL  COLUMBIA. 

Hail  Columbia — happy  land  ! 

Hail  ye  heroes — heaven  born  band ! 

Who  fought  and  bled  in  Freedom's  cause, 
Who  fought  and  bled  in  Freedom's  cause, 

And  when  the  storm  of  war  was  gone, 

Enjoy'd  the  peace  your  valor  won. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


89 


Let  independence  be  our  boast, 
Ever  mindful  what  it  cost; 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize, 
Let  its  altar  reach  the  skies. 
Firm, — united,  let  us  be,  rallying  round  our 
liberty, 

As  a  band  of  brothers  joined,  peace  and 
safety  we  shall  find. 

Immortal  patriots — rise  once  more; 

Defend  your  rights,  defend  your  shore; 
Let  no  rude  foe,  with  impious  hand, 
Let  no  rude  foe,  with  impious  hand, 

Snvade  the  shrine  where  sacred  lies, 

Of  toil  and  blood  the  well  earn'd  prize. 
While  offering  peace  sincere  and  just 
In  Heaven  we  place  a  manly  trust, 
That  truth  and  justice  will  prevail, 
And  every  scheme  of  bondage  fail. 

Sound,  sound  the  trump  of  Fame, 

Let  Washington's  great  name 

Ring  through  the  world  with  loud  applause, 
Ring  through  the  world  with  loud  applause, 

Let  every  clime  to  Freedom  dear, 
-  Listen  with  a  joyful  ear. 

With  equal  skill  and  godlike  power, 
He  governM  in  the  fearful  hour 
Of  horrid  war;  or  guides  with  ease, 
The  happier  times  of  honest  peace, 

Firm,  united,  <fcc. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


CHILDREN  GO. 
Children  go  to  and  fro, 
In  a  merry  pretty  row ; 
Footsteps  light,  faces  bright, 
'Tis  a  happy,  happy  sight, 
Swiftly  turning  round  and  round, 
Do  not  look  upon  the  ground — 

Follow  me,  full  of  glee,  singing  merrily 
Birds  are  free,  so  are  we, 
And  we  live  as  happily, 
Work  we  do,  study  too, 
Learning  daily  something  new, 
Then  we  laugh  and  dance  and  sing, 
Gay  as  birds  or  any  thing. 

Follow  me,  fall  of  glee,  singing  merrily. 
Work  is  done,  play 's  begun, 
Now  we  have  our  laugh  and  fun ; 
Happy  days,  pretty  plays, 
And  no  naughty,  naughty  ways ; 
Holding  fast  each  other's  hand, 
We're  a  cheerful  happy  band — 

Follow  me,  fall  of  glee,  singing  merrily. 


FLOWERS,  WILD  WOOD  FLOWERS* 
Flowers,  wild  wood  flowers, 

In  a  sheltered  dell  they  grew, 
I  hurried  along  and  I  chanced  to  spy 

This  small  star  flow'r  with  its  silv'ry  eyf^ 


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Then  this  blue  daisy  peep'd  up  its  head, 

Sweetly  this  purple  orchis  spread, 
I  gathered  them  all  for  you, 

I  gathered  them  all  for  you. 

All  these  wild  wood  flowers, 
Sweet  wild  wood  flowers, 

All  these  wild  wood  flowers, 
Sweet  wild  wood  flowers. 
Flowers,  lovely  flowers — 

In  the  garden  we  may  see ; 
The  rose  is  there,  with  her  ruby  lip, 

Pinks,  the  honey-bee  loves  to  sip, 
Tulips  gay  as  a  butterfly's  wing, 

Marigolds,  rich  as  the  crown  of  a  king; 
But  none  as  fair  to  me, 

As  these  wild  wood  flowers.   Sweet,  &c 


TRY  AGAIN. 

Tis  a  lesson  you  should  heed, 

Try,  try  again ; 
If  at  first  you  don 't  succeed 

Try,  try  again ; 
Then  your  courage  should  appear; 
For  if  you  will  persevere, 
You  will  conquer,  never  fear, 

Try,  try  again. 
Once  or  twice  though  you  should  fail, 

Try,  try  again ; 

I 


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If  at  last  you  would  prevail, 

Try,  try  again ; 
If  we  strive,  't  is  no  disgrace, 
Though  we  may  not  win  the  race ; 
What  should  you  do  in  that  easel 

Try,  try  again. 

If  you  find  your  task  is  hard, 

Try,  try  again ; 
Time  will  brin^  you  your  reward, 

Try,  try  again ; 
All  that  other  folks  can  do, 
Why,  with  patience,  why  not  you  1 
Only  keep  the  rule  in  view, 

Try,  try  again. 


SHALL  WE  OPPRESSED  WITH 
SADNESS. 

Shall  we  oppressed  with  sadness, 
Strike  melancholy's  string? 

Oh,  no  !  we  '11  tune  to  gladness, 
And  merrily,  merrily  sing, 


Bright  valleys  crowned  with  flowers, 


La,  la. 


Gay  birds  on  soaring  wing, 
Incite  our  tuneful  powers, 
Then  cheerily,  cheerily  sing, 

La,  la. 


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In  sweet  harmonious  measures, 
"  Our  joyful  songs  we  '11  bring, 
And  happy  in  our  pleasures, 


We  '11  merrily,  merrily  sing, 


La,  la. 


While  valleys  crowned  with  flowers, 
And  birds  on  soaring  wing, 

Incite  our  tuneful  powers, 
We  '11  cheerily,  cheerily  sing, 
La,  la. 


THE  LOVE  OF  TRUTH. 
My  days  of  youth,  though  not  from  folly  free, 
I  prize  the  truth,  the  more  the  world  I  see ; 
I'll  keep  the  straight  and  narrow  path,  and 

lead  where  'er  it  may, 
The  voice  of  truth  I  '11  follow  and  obey. 

My  footsteps  lead<  O  truth,  and  mould  my  willt 
In  word  and  deed  my  duty  to  fulfil ; 
Dishonest  arts,  and  selfish  aims  to  truth  can 
ne'er  belong, 
*  No  deed  of  mine  shall  be  a  deed  of  wrong. 

The  strength  of  youth,  we  see  it  soon  decay, 
But  strong  is  truth,  and  stronger  every  day; 
Though  falsehood  seem  a  mighty  power, 

which  we  in  vain  assail, 
The  power  of  truth  will  in  the  end  prevail. 


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My  days  of  youth,  though  not  from  folly  free, 
I  prize  the  truth,  the  more  the  world  I  see; 
I'll  keep  the  straight  and  narrow  path,  and 

lead  where  'er  it  may, 
The  voice  of  truth  I'll  follow  and  obey. 


LOVELY  ROSE. 

Of  late  so  brightly  glowing,  lovely  rose  ; 
We  here  beheld  thee  growing,  lovely  rose, 

Thou  seem'd  some  angel's  care. 
Summer's  breath  was  warm  around  thee, 
Summer's  beam  with  beauty  crown'd  thee, 

So  sweetly  fair. 

The  blast  so  rudely  blowing,  lovely  rose  ; 
Thy  tender  form  o'erthrowing,  lovely  rose, 

Alas  !  hath  laid  thee  low. 
Now  amid  thy  native  bed, 
Envious  weeds  with  branches  spread, 

Unkindly  grow. 

No  fresh'ning  dew  of  morning,  lovely  rose , 
Thy  infant  buds  adorning,  lovely  rose, 

To  thee  shall  day  restore. 
Zephyr's  soft,  that  late  caress'd  thee, 
Evening  smiles  that  parting  bless'd  thee, 

Return  no  more. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


ACROSS  THE  LAKE. 
Across  the  lake,  thro'  bush  and  brake, 

Resounds  the  bugle  horn, 
O'er  hill  and  vale,  the  echoes  sail, 

And  thro'  the  waving  corn. 
The  sky  is  clear,  the  flowers'  Appear 

On  every  side  so  gay, 
The  brook  flows  by  so  merrily, 

Along  its  pebbly  way. 
The  echoes  flow  as  on  we  go 

Through  forest,  vale  and  lawn  ! 
And  far  and  near,  again  we  hear 

The  winding  bugle  horn. 


BEFORE  ALL  LANDS  IN  EAST  OR 
WEST. 

Before  all  lands  in  east  or  west, 
I  love  my  native  land  the  best, 

With  God's  best  gifts  'tis  teeming; 
No  gold  nor  jewels  here  are  found, 
Yet  men  of  noble  souls  abound. 

And  eyes  of  joy  are  gleaming. 
Before  all  tongues  in  east  or  west, 
I  love  my  native  tongue  the  best, 

Though  not  so  smoothly  spoken, 
Nor  woven  with  Italian  art : 
5fet  when  it  speaks  from  heart  to  heart, 

Th.3  word  is  never  broken. 


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Before  all  people  east  or  west, 
I  love  my  countrymen  the  best, 

A  race  of  noble  spirit : 
A  sober  mind,  a  generous  heart, 
To  virtue  trained,  yet  free  from  art, 

They  from  their  sires  inherit. 

To  all  the  world  I  give  my  hand, 
My  heart  I  give  my  native  land  : 

I  seek  her  good,  her  glory : 
I  honor  every  nation's  name, 
Respect  their  fortune  and  their  fame, 

But  I  love  the  land  that  bore  me. 


CLEAR  THE  WAY!  THE  WORLD  IS 
WAKING. 
The  stars  are  fading  from  the  sky, 
The  mists  before  the  morning  fly ; 
The  east  is  glowing  with  a  smile, 
And  nature  laughing  all  the  while, 

Says,  Clear  the  way !  the  world  is  waking, 
Clear  the  way !  the  world  is  waking, 
Clear  the  way !  the  world  is  waking, 
Night  is  gone,  and  day  is  breaking ! 

The  cock  has  crowed  with  all  his  might, 
The  birds  are  singing  with  delight, 
The  hum  of  business  meets  the  ear, 
And  face  to  face,  with  kindly  cheer, 
Says,  Clear  the  way !  &c. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


The  bell  is  ringing,  haste  away ! 
The  school  is  open,  leave  off  play, — 
The  sun  of  knowledge  there  we  find 
Arising  on  the  youthful  mind, 
So  clear  the  way !  &c. 


FAREWELL,  GOOD  NIGHT. 
Air — Robin  Adair, 
Kind  friends,  we  meet  again, 

Too  soon  to  part ; 
May  friendship  bless  this  hour, 

And  warm  each  heart. 
Tones  that  we  love  to  hear, 
Shall  dwell  upon  the  ear, 
As  we  in  accents  clear, 

Repeat  "  good  night" 
Then  friends,  once  more  farewell, 

Time  bids  us  part ; 
Fond  memory  long  shall  dwell 

Around  each  heart. 
May  heaven  its  blessings  send, 
And  peace  your  path  attend, 
Until  we  meet  again, 

Farewell,  good  night. 


GO,  SWEET  BIRD. 
Air — The  Carrier  Dove, 
Go !  beautiful  and  gentle  dove, 
And  greet  the  morning  ray : 


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For,  lo !  the  sun  shines  bright  above, 

And  night  has  passed  away : 
No  longer  drooping  here  confined 

In  this  cold  prison  dwell  : 
Go  !  free  to  sunshine  and  to  wind, — 
Go  !  sweet  bird,  and  fare  thee  well ! 
Oh  !  beautiful  and  gentle  dove, 

Thy  welcome  sad  will  be  ; 
When  thou  shalt  hear  no  voice  of  love 

In  murmurs  from  the  tree : 
Yet  freedom,  freedom  shalt  thou  find 

In  this  cold  prison's  cell, 
Go,  then,  to  sunshine  and  to  wind, — 

Go  !  sweet  bird,  and  fare  thee  well ! 


.AULD  LANG  SYNE. 
Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot 

And  never  brought  to  mind  1 
Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  days  o'  lang  syne  ] 

For  auld  lang  syne  my  dear, 

For  auld  lang  syne. 
Wc  'il  take  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet 
For  auld  lang  syne. 
We  two  ha'e  run  about  the  braes, 

And  pu'd  the  go  wans  fine ; 
But  we  Ve  wandered  many  a  weary  foot, 
Sin  auld  lang  syne. 
For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear,  &e* 


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THE  INTERMISSION. 
Though  school  is  out,  we  must  not  shout, 

Yet  joyful  we  may  be, 
Fur  sing  and  play,  we  surely  may, 

And  happy,  happy  be. 
With  innocence,  and  mirth,,  and  glee, 

We  '11  spend  a  pleasant  hour, 
Then  to  our  studies  we  '11  return, 

With  renovated  power. 
Come  away,  away,  do  not  delay, 

Take  hoop  and  kite  and  ball ; 
fTis  healthful  sport,  which  youth  may  court, 

Away  to  the  play  ground  all. 
Then,  huzza,  huzza,  away,  away, 

O  do  not  long  delay, 
To  needful  sport  we  now  resort, 

'Tis  for  exercise  we  play. 
When  going  home,  or  when  we  come, 

At  morning,  noon,  or  night, 
Let  no  one  play  along  the  way, 

Or  do  what  is  not  right. 
For  time  is  ever  on  the  wing, 

And  death  will  come  at  last, 
Then  let  us  learn  each  useful  thing, 

Before  our  youth  be  past 


FRIENDSHIP. 
Awake,  awake  the  tuneful  voice, 
And  strike  the  joyful  strings ; 

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We  '11  pour  the  mellow  notes  along, 
And  raise  a  pealing,  glad'ning  song, 

'Till  heaven  with  music  rings. 
'Tis  not  the  cold  and  formal  drawl, 

That  wakes  the  inward  flame, 
But  'tis  the  song  that  glows  like  fire, 
The  song  that  feeling  hearts  inspire, 

A  music  worth  the  name. 
But,  hark !  those  sweet  concordant  notes 

That  breathed  a  magic  spell, 
That  seemed  like  sounds  which  angels  sing, 
Like  sounds  which  have  in  heaven  theii 
spring, 
Where  holy  beings  dwell. 
'Tis  these  that  glow  from  friendship's  soul, 
'Tis  these  that  speak  the  heart ;  <*flty 
'Tis  these  that  show  the  peaceful  min4v 
The  spirit  meek,  and  pure,  and  kind,  ** 

Unstained  by  vicious  art. 
O  yes,  'tis  here  that  music  dwells, 
In  friendship's  sweet  abode ;  « 
'Tis  here  that  notes  concordant  sound, 
'Tis  here  that  harmony  is  found 
Like  that  which  dwells  with  God. 


THE  FAIRY  BOY. 

A  mother  came  when  stars  were  paling. 
Wailing  round  a  lonely  spring; 


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Thus  she  cried  while  tears  were  falling, 

Calling  on  the  Fairy  King, 
"  Why  with  spell  my  child  caressing, 

Courting  him  with  Fairy  joy ; 
Why  destroy  a  mother's  blessing, 

Wherefore  steal  my  baby  boy  1" 

O'er  the  mountain,  through  the  wild  wood, 

Where  his  childhood  loved  to  play, 
Where  his  flow'rs  are  freshly  springing, 

There  I  wander  day  by  day, 
There  I  wander,  growing  fonder 

Of  the  child  that  made, my  joy; 
On  the  echoes  wildly  calling 

To  restore  my  fairy  boy. 

But  in  vain  my  plaintive  calling, 

Tears  are  falling  all  in  vain ; 
He  now  sports  with  fairy  pleasure, 

He 's  the  treasure  of  the  train ! 
Fare  thee  well,  my  child  forever ! 

In  this  world  I 've  lost  my  joy, 
But  in  the  next  we  ne'er  shall  sever, 

There  I  '11  find  my  angel  boy. 


BLISS  IS  HOVERING. 

Bliss  is  hovering,  smiling  every  where, 
Hovering  over  the  verdant  mountain, 
Smiling  in  the  glassy  fountain, 

Bliss  is  hovering,  smiling  every  where. 


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Innocence  unseen  is  ever  near; 
In  the  tall  tree-top  it  lingers, 
In  the  nest  of  feathered  singers ; 

Innocence  unseen  is  ever  near. 

Pleasure  echoes,  echoes  far  and  near; 
From  the  green  bank  deck'd  with  flowers, 
Sunny  hills  and  pleasant  bowers, 

Pleasure  echoes,  echoes  far  and  near. 

Up,  and  weave  us  now  a  flowery  crown ; 
See  the  blossoms  all  unfolding, 
Each  its  beauteous  station  holding; 

Up,  and  weave  us  now  a  flowery  crown. 

Go  ye  forth  and  join  the  May-day  throng; 
Sings  the  cuckoo  by  the  river, 
In  the  breeze  the  young  leaves  quiver* 

Go  ye  forth  and  join  the  May-day  throng. 


MY  MOTHER. 
My  Mother !  my  kind  Mother ! 

I  hear  thy  gentle  voice, 
It  always  makes  my  little  heart 

Beat  gladly  and  rejoice. 
When  I  am  ill,  it  comes  to  me, 

And  kindly  soothes  my  pain ; 
And  when  I  sleep,  then  in  my  dreams, 

It  sweetly  comes  again. 
It  always  makes  me  happy, 

Whene'er  I  hear  its  tone, 


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I  know  it  is  the  voice  of  love, 
From  a  heart  that  is  my  own. 

My  Mother !  my  dear  Mother ! 
O  may  I  never  be 

Unkind,  or  disobedient, 
In  any  way  to  thee. 


CHANGE. 

We  cannot  remain  so  forever, 

Here  under  the  changeable  Moon  ; 
The  flowers  that  bloom  sweetly  'round  us, 

Are  destined  to  wither  full  soon. 
Then  since  we  must  surely  be  parted, 

We  '11  cleave  to  what's  purest  and  best; 
For  this  will  forever  unite  us, 

Though  far  in  the  east  or  the  west. 
And  when  we  are  far  from  each  other, 

Our  hearts  they  shall  ever  be  near! 
The  blessing  that  lights  on  a  brother, 

To  all,  yes,  to  all  shall  be  dear. 


AULD  LANG  SYNE  AT  SCHOOL. 

Shall  school  acquaintance  be  iorgot, 
And  never  brought  to  mind  1 

Shall  school  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  days  of  lang  syne  1 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


For  auld  lang  syne  at  school? 
For  auld  lang  syne, 
We  '11  have  a  thought  of  kindness  yet, 
For  auld  lang  syne. 
We  oft  have  run  about  the  fields, 

And  culled  the  flowers  fine ; 
.We  '11  ne'er  forget  these  hours,  when  they 
Are  auld  lang  syne. 

For  auld  lang  syne,  &c. 
We  oft  have  cheered  each  other's  task, 

From  morn  till  day's  decline, 
But  memory's  night  shall  never  rest 
On  auld  lang  syne. 

For  auld  lang  syne,  &c. 
Then  take  the  hand  that  now  is  warm, 

Within  a  hand  of  thine ; 
No  distant  day  shall  lose  the  grasp 
Of  auld  lang  syne. 

For  auld  lang  syne,  &c. 


MAY  SONG. 

He  cometh,  he  cometh,  the  glorious  May ! 
The  sky  is  so  clear,  and  the  earth  is  so  gay  ; 
The  flowers  smell  sweetly,  all  blinking  with 

dew, 

The  streamlets  flow  freely,  the  grass  grows 
anew. 


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The  nightingale  flutes  all  night  long  in  the 
wood, 

And  songs  of  all  birds  tell  us  God  is  most 
good; 

The  fishes  glide  under  the  water's  blue  dome, 
The  bees  'round  the  sweet  blossoms  busily 
hum. 

O  welcome,  O  welcome,  thou  bringer  of 
mirth  ! 

Our  songs  shall  break  forth  like  the  streams 

from  the  earth. 
Away,  then,  O  sorrow,  and  dullness,  depart  t 
We  '11  meet  the  good  May  with  a  merry  light 

heart. 


PLEASURES  OF  CHILDHOOD. 
Come,  let  us  singing,  speak  out  those  plea- 
sures 

Which  crown  our  childhood,  tnose  days 
so  dear; 

We  prize  them  highly,  above  all  treasures : 
How  bright  our  sunshine !  how  sweet 
how  clear ! 

Our  days  are  May-days,  without  a  cloud, 

Then  let  us  singing  rejoice  aloud. 

Our  childhood  pleasures  are  like  the  rivers, 
Whose  onward  flowing  is  deep  and  free. 

Oh,  how  we  're  favor'd,  to  live  so  cheerful, 
So  free  from  sorrow,  and  free  from  care* 


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While  many  'round  us  are  sad  and  tearful; 

For,  sad  misfortune  does  not  them  spare 
Then  we  '11  be  happy  while  yet  we  can, 
While  days  of  childhood  shall  yet  remain. 

Our  childhood's,  &c. 
Yes,  we  will  ever,  by  night  and  daily, 

Sing  forth  our  pleasures  in  full  good  cheer; 
We  're  yet  in  childhood,  and  all  goes  gaily; 

Our  age  of  sadness  is  not  yet  near; 
Then  let  our  voices  resound  aloud  ; 
For  all  is  sunshine,  there 's  not  a  cloud* 
Our  childhood's,  &c. 


WELCOME  TO  SCHOOL. 

Come,  where  joy  and  gladness, 

Make  each  useful  stranger  a  welcome  guest- 
Come,  where  grief  and  sadness 

Will  not  find  a  dwelling  in  your  breast. 
Time  with  us  will  pass  away, 
With  books,  or  work,  or  healthful  play; 
Sometimes  with  a  cheerful  song, 
The  happy  hours  will  glide  along. 
Thus,  our  days  employing, 

We  are  always  learning  some  useful  thing 
These  pursuits  enjoying, 

Merrily  together  we  will  sing. 
Tho'  in  sports  we  take  delight, 
We  also  love  to  read  and  write ; 


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Those  who  teach  us,  too,  we  prize, 
Who  strive  to  make  us  good  and  wise. 
Come  where  joy  and  gladness,  &c. 


LET  ME  REST  IN  THE  LAND  OF  MY 
BIRTH. 

Farewell  to  the  land  of  my  childhood, 

Farewell  to  my  cottage  and  vine  ; 
I  go  to  the  land  of  the  stranger, 

Where  pleasure  alone  will  be  mine. 
When  life's  fleeting  journey  is  over, 

And  earth  again  mingles  with  earth, 
I  can  rest  in  the  land  of  the  stranger, 

As  well  as  in  that  of  my  birth. 
Yes,  these  were  my  feelings  at  parting, 

But  absence  soon  alter'd  their  tone; 
The  cold  hand  of  sickness  came  o'er  me, 

And  I  wept  o'er  my  sorrows  alone. 
No  friends  came  around  me  to  cheer  me, 

No  parent  to  soften  my  grief; 
No  brother  nor  sisters  were  near  me, 

And  strangers  could  give  no  relief. 
Tis  true  that  it  matters  but  little, 

Tho'  living,  the  thought  makes  one  pine, 
Whatever  befalls  the  poor  relic 

When  the  spirit  has  flown  from  its  shrine 
But  oh!  when  life's  journey  is  over, 

And  earth  again  mingles  with  earth, 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


Lamented  or  not,  still  my  wish  is 
To  rest  in  the  land  of  my  birth. 


ODE  TO  SCIENCE. 

The  morning  sun  shines  from  the  east, 
And  spreads  his  glories  to  the  west; 
All  nations  with  his  beams  are  blest, 
Where'er  his  radiant  light  appears  : 
So  science  spreads  her  lucid  ray, 
O'er  lands  which  long  in  darkness  lay; 
She  visits  fair  Columbia, 
And  sets  her  sons  among  the  stars. 

Fair  Freedom  her  attendant  waits, 
To  bless  the  portals  of  her  gates, 
To  crown  the  young  and  rising  states, 
With  laurels  of  immortal  day  ! 
The  British  yoke,  the  Gallic  chain, 
Was  urged  upon  our  necks  in  vain, 
All  haughty  tyrants  we  disdain, 
And  shout  "  long  live  America  !" 


NEVER  LOOK  SAD. 

Never  look  sad,  there 's  nothing  so  bad 
As  getting  familiar  with  sorrow ; 

Treat  him  to-day  in  a  cavalier  way, 
He  '11  seek  other  quarters  to-morrow. 


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Do  not  then  sigh,  but  turn  your  eye 
At  the  bright  side  of  every  trial ; 

Fortune  you  '11  find  is  often  most  kind 
When  chilling  your  hopes  with  denial. 

Let  the  sad  day  then  carry  away 
Its  own  little  burden  of  sorrow ; 

Or  you  may  miss  full  half  of  the  bliss 
Which  comes  in  the  lap  of  to-morrow. 


AMERICA,  I  LOVE  THEE  STILL. 

America,  I  love  thee  still ! 

There  's  glory  in  thy  name, 
There 's  brightness  beaming  from  thy  birth, 

And  honor  from  thy  fame. 

There 's  beauty  in  thy  naked  soil, 

Bespeaking  smiles  of  love, 
Thy  rocks  and  blooming  wilds  proclaim 

Protection  from  above. 

America,  I  love  thee  still ! 

Beneath  thy  valleys  rest 
The  pilgrims  of  a  tyrant's  power, 

Bright  emblems  of  the  blest; 

And  round  them,  clothed  in  silence,  lie 
The  mouldering  patriot's  fame, 

Embalmed  in  sacred  memory's  fire, 
Immortal  honors  claim. 


HO  SINGING  BOOK. 

America  I  love  thee  still ! 

Thou  art  my  native  land, 
Thy  joys  so  pure,  can  ne'er  be  found 

Upon  a  foreign  strand. 


THE  BLUE  JUNIATA. 
Wild  roved  an  Indian  girl, 

Bright  as  Alfarata, 
Where  sweep  the  waters  of 

The  blue  Juniata. 
Swift  as  an  antelope 
Through  the  forest  going, 
Loose  were  her  jetty  locks, 
In  wavy  tresses  flowing. 
Gay  as  the  mountain  song 

Of  bright  Alfarata, 
Where  sweep  the  waters  of 

The  blue  Juniata. 
Strong  and  true  my  arrows  are, 
In  my  painted  quiver; 
Swift  goes  my  light  canoe, 
Adown  the  rapid  river. 
Bold  is  my  warrior  good, 

The  love  of  Alfarata ; 
Proud  waves  his  snowy  plume 

Adown  the  Juniata. 
Soft  and  slow  he  speaks  to  me, 
And  then  his  war  cry  sounding 


SINGING  BOOK. 


Rings  his  voice  in  thunders  loud, 
From  height  to  height  resounding. 

So  sang  an  Indian  girl, 

Bright  as  Alfarata, 
Where  sweep  the  waters  of 

The  blue  Juniata. 
Fleeting  years  have  worn  away 
The  voice  of  Alfarata ; 
Still  sweeps  the  river  of 
Blue  Juniata. 


WOODMAN  SPARE  THAT  TREE 
Woodman  spare  that  tree  ! 

Touch  not  a  single  bough; 
In  youth  it  shelter' d  me, 

And  I'll  protect  it  now; 
'Twas  my  forefather's  hand 

That  placed  it  near  his  cot, 
There,  Woodman,  let  it  stand, 

Thy  axe  shall  harm  it  not ! 
That  old  familiar  tree, 

Whose  glory  and  renown 
Are  spread  o'er  land  and  sea, 

And  would'st  thou  hack  it  down  ] 
Woodman  forbear  thy  stroke! 

Cut  not  its  earth  bound  ties: 
Oh!  spare  that  aged  oak, 

Now  towering  to  the  skies. 


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When  but  an  idle  boy 
I  sought  its  grateful  shade ; 

In  all  their  gushing  joy- 
Here,  too,  my  sisters  played. 

My  mother  kissed  me  here ; 
My  father  press'd  my  hand. 

Forgive  this  foolish  tear, 
But  let  that  old  oak  stand. 

My  heart  strings  round  thee  cling, 

Close  as  thy  bark,  old  friend ! 
Here  shall  the  wild  birds  sing, 

And  still  thy  branches  bend. 
Old  tree,  the  storm  still  brave ! 

And,  Woodman,  leave  the  spot; 
While  I  've  a  hand  to  save, 

Thy  axe  shall  harm  it  not. 


HE  IS  GONE  TO  THE  MOUNTAIN. 

He  is  gone  to  the  mountain, 

He  is  lost  to  the  forest. 
Like  a  summer  dried  fountain, 

When  our  need  was  the  sorest; 
The  fount  reappearing 

From  the  rain  drops  shall  borrow, 
But  to  us  comes  no  cheering, 

To  Duncan  no  morrow ! 

The  hand  of  the  reaper 
Takes  the  ears  that  are  hoary, 


SINGING  BOOK. 


But  the  voice  of  the  weeper 
Wails  manhood  in  glory ; 

The  autumn  winds  rushing 

Waft  the  leaves  that  are  searest, 

But  our  flower  was  in  flushing, 
When  blighting  was  nearest. 

Fleet  foot  on  the  correi, 

Sage  counsel  incumber, 
Red  hand  in  the  foray, 

How  sound  is  thy  slumber ! 
Like  the  dew  on  the  mountain, 

Like  the  foam  on  the  river, 
Like  the  bubble  on  the  fountain 

Thou  art  gone — and  forever ! 


HOME. 

Home,  home,  can  I  forget  thee  ? 

Dear,  dear,  dearly  loved  home ; 
No,  no,  still  I  regret  thee, 

Though  T  may  far  from  thee  roam 
Home,  home, 

Dearest  and  happiest  home. 

Home,  home,  why  did  I  leave  thee  ? 

Dear,  dear  friends  do  not  mourn : 
Home,  home,  once  more  receive  me, 

Quickly  to  thee  I  '11  return. 
Home,  home, 

Dearest  and  happiest  home. 


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TEMPERANCE  CADET'S  SONG. 
Air — Hail  Columbia. 

Oar  principles  are  written  fair 
Upon  our  banner  high  in  air : 

While  to  the  breeze  it  proudly  waves, 
While  to  the  breeze  it  proudly  waves, 
And  let  its  folds  be  wide  unfurl'd, 
Until  it  floats  o'er  all  the  world. 

Raise  the  banner,  raise  it  high, — 
Let  it  flap  athwart  the  sky 
Let  the  world  admiring  see, 
Temperance, — Truth, — and  Purity. 
Firm,  united  ever  be, 
Rallying  round  our  Temp'rance  tree. 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Health  and  happiness  we  '11  find. 


Cadets  !  our  star  is  rising  high, 

Hope  is  bending  from  the  sky ; 
And  Qheers  us  on  to  victory, 
And  cheers  us  on  to  victory, 

While  the  winds  of  heaven  reply, 

Intemperance  shall  surely  die. 

Soon  througli  the  land  will  every  boy, 
Unite  with  us  in  shouts  of  joy ; 
Then  march,  Cadets,  O  march  ye  on, 
Cease  not  till  the  battle's  won. 


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Firm,  united  ever  be, 
Rallying  round  our  Temp'rance  tree, 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Health  and  happiness  we  *ll  find. 

TEMPERANCE  ODE. 

Am — Brace's  Address. 

Friends  of  freedom,  swell  the  song; 
Young  and  old  the  strain  prolong, 
Make  the  temperance  army  strong, 

And  on  to  victory. 
Lift'  your  banners,  let  them  wave, 
Onward  march  a  world  to  save ; 
Who  would  fill  a  drunkard's  grave, 

And  bear  his  infamy  t 
God  of  mercy !  hear  us  plead, 
For  thy  help  we  intercede, 
See  how  many  bosoms  bleed, 

And  heal  them  speedily. 
Hasten,  Lord,  the  happy  day 
When  beneath  thy  gentle  ray, 
Temp'rance  all  the  world  shall  sway, 

And  reign  triumphantly. 


TEMPERANCE. 

With  banner  and  with  badge  we  come, 
An  array  true  and  strong, 
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BILGING  BOOK. 


To  fight  against  the  hosts  of  Rum, 

And  this  shall  be  our  song ; 
We  love  the  clear  Cold  Water  Springs, 

Supplied  by  gentle  showers  ; 
We  feel  the  strength  cold  water  brings,— 

"  The  Victory  is  ours." 

m  Cold  Water  Army"  is  our  name, — 

O  may  we  faithful  be, 
And  so  in  truth  and  justice  claim 

The  blessings  of  the  free. 
We  love  the  clear  Cold  Water  Springs,  &c 

Though  others  love  their  rum  and  wine, 

And  drink  till  they  are  mad, 
To  water  we  will  still  incline, 

To  make  us  strong  and  glad. 
We  love  the  clear  Cold  Water  Springs,  &c 

I  pledge  to  thee  this  hand  of  mine, 
In  faith  and  friendship  strong ; 

And  fellow  soldiers  we  will  join 
The  chorus  of  our  song  : 

We  love  the  clear  Cold  Water  Springs,  &c 


TEMPERANCE  CALL. 

Come,  ye  children,  learn  to  sing, 
Temperance  songs  are  just  the  thing, 
Tune  your  voices,  loud  and  sweet, 
While  ye  one  another  greet. 


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Cheerily,  readily,  come  along, 

Sign  the  pledge  and  sing  the  song. 
Blooming  youth,  come,  sing  the  song, 
Tune  your  lips,  the  strains  prolong ; 
Raise  your  banner  high  in  air, 
Write  Cold  Water,  write  it  there 

Cheerily,  readily,  come  along,  &c. 
Lovely  maid,  the  call  obey, 
Tune  your  lips,  and  keep  away 
From  the  wine  cup  and  its  sting; 
Drink  pure  water  from  the  spring. 

Cheerily,  readily,  come  along,  &c 
Anxious  parent,  hear  the  call, 
See  your  children,  great  and  small 
Sign  the  pledge,  you  them  may  save 
From  the  drunkard's  awful  grave. 

Cheerily,  readily,  come  along,  &a 


A  TEMPERANCE  SONG. 
Air — Auld  Lang  Syne. 
Dear  father !  drink  no  more,  I  pray, 

It  makes  you  look  so  sad, 
Come  home,  and  drink  no  more,  I  say, 
'Twill  make  dear  mother  glad. 

Dear  father !  think  how  sick  you 've  been. 
What  aches  and  pains  you  know ! 

Oh !  drink  no  more,  and  then  you  '11  find 
A  home  where'er  you  go. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


Dear  father !  think  of  mother's  tears, 

How  oft  and  sad  they  flow, 
Oh !  drink  no  more,  then  will  her  grief, 

No  longer  rack  her  so. 
Dear  father !  think  what  would  become 

Of  me,  were  you  to  die  ! 
Without  a  father,  friend,  or  home ; 

Beneath  the  chilly  sky ! 
Dear  father !  drink  no  more,  I  pray, 

It  makes  you  look  so  sad, 
Come  home,  and  drink  no  more,  I  say, 

'Twill  make  that  home  so  glad. 
Thus  spake,  in  tenderness,  the  child; 

The  drunkard's  heart  was  moved, 
He  signed  the  pledge ;  he  wept,  he  smiled, 

And  kiss'd  the  boy  he  loved. 

THE  DRINK  FOR  ME. 
Air — The  Rose  that  all  are  Praising. 
The  drink  that 's  in  the  drunkard's  bowl, 

Is  not  the  drink  for  me ; 
t  kills  the  body  and  the  soul, 

How  sad  a  sight  is  he ! 
But  there 's  a  drink  that  God  has  given, 
Distilling  from  the  show'rs  of  heaven, 
In  measures  large  and  free  ; 
Oh !  that 's  the  drink  for  me, 
Oh !  that 's  the  drink  for  me. 


SINGINO  BOOK. 


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The  stream  that  many  prize  so  high 

Is  not  the  stream  for  me : 
For  he  who  drinks  it  still  is  dry, 

Forever  dry  he  '11  be. 
But  there 's  a  stream  so  cool  and  clear, 
The  thirsty  traveller  lingers  near, 
Refresh'd  and  glad  is  he ; 

Oh  !  that 's  the  drink  for  me. 
The  wine  cup  that  so  many  prize 

Is  not  the  cup  for  me  : 
The  aching  head,  the  bloated  face, 

In  its  sad  train  I  see. 
But  there 's  a  cup  of  water  pure, 
And  he  who  drinks  it  may  be  sure 
Of  health  and  length  of  days; 

Oh  !  that 's  the  cup  for  me. 


TEMPERANCE  ODE. 

Sparkling  and  bright  in  its  liquid  light, 

Is  the  water  in  our  glasses, 
•Twill  give  you  health,  'twill  give  you 
wealth, 
Ye  lads  and  rosy  lasses. 
O  then  resign  your  ruby  wine, 

Each  smiling  son  and  daughter, 
For  there 's  nothing  so  good  for  the  youthful 
blood, 

Or  sweet  as  the  sparkling  water. 


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Better  than  gold  is  the  water  cold, 

From  the  chrystal  fountain  flowing, 
A  calm  delight  both  day  and  night, 

To  happy  homes  bestowing. 

O  then  resign,  &c. 
Sorrow  has  fled  from  the  heart  that  bled, 

Of  the  weeping  wife  and  mother, 
They  Ve  given  up  the  poisoned  cup, 

Son,  husband,  daughter,  brother. 

O  then  resign,  &c 


DEATH  OF  THE  FLOWERS. 

The  melancholy  days  are  come,  the  saddest 

of  the  year, 
Of  wailing  winds,  and  naked  woods,  and 

meadows  brown  and  sere. 
Heaped  in  the  hollows  of  the  grove,  the 

withered  leaves  lie  dead : 
They  rustle  to  the  eddying  gust,  and  to  the 

rabbit's  tread. 
The  robin  and  the  wren  are  gone,  and  from 

the  shrubs  the  jay, 
And  from  the  wood  top  calls  the  crow, 

through  all  the  gloomy  day. 
And  now,  when  comes  the  calm,  mild  day, 

as  still  such  days  wiil  come, 
To  call  the  squirrel  and  the  bee  from  out 

their  winter  home, 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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When  the  sound  of  dropping  nuts  is  heard, 

though  all  the  trees  are  still, 
And  twinkle  in  the  smoky  light  the  waters 

of  the  rill, 

The  south  wind  looks  for  flowers  whose 

fragrance  late  he  bore, 
And  sighs  to  find  them  in  the  wood  and  by 

the  stream  no  more, 

And  then  I  think  of  one  who  in  her  youth- 
ful beauty  died, 

The  fair,  meek  blossom,  that  grew  up  and 
faded  at  my  side ; 

In  the  cold  moist  earth  we  laid  her  when 
the  forest  cast  the  leaf,  j 

And  we  wept  that  one  so  lovely  should  have 
a  life  so  brief; 

Yet  not  unmeet  it  was,  that  that  young  friend 
of  ours, 

So  gentle  and  so  beautiful,  should  perish 
with  the  flowers. 


OFT  IN  THE  STILLY  NIGHT. 

Oft  in  the  stilly  night, 

Ere  slumbers  chain  hath  bound  me, 
Fond  mem'ry  brings  the  light 

Of  other  days  around  me. 
The  smiles,  the  tears  of  boyhood's  years, 

The  words  of  love  then  spoken, 


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SIEGING  BOOHL. 


The  eyes  that  shone,  now  dimm'd  and  gone, 

The  cheerful  hearts  now  broken. 
Thus,  in  the  stilly  night, 

Ere  slumbers'chain  hath  bound  me, 
Sad  mem'ry  brings  the  tight 

Of  other  days  around  me. 
When  I  remember  all 

The  friends  so  linked  together 
I've  seen  around  me  fall, 

Like  leaves  in  wintry  weather, 
I  feel  like  one  who  treads  alone 

Some  banquet  hall,  deserted; 
Whose  lights  are  fled,  whose  garlands  dead 

And  all  but  he  departed. 
Thus  in  the  stilly  night, 

Ere  slumber's  chain  has  bound  me, 
Sad  mem'ry  brings  the  light 

Of  other  days  around  me. 


THE  STARS. 

The  stars  are  all  cheerfully  blinking, 

With  friendliest  eyes  through  the  night; 
They  seem  to  be  smiling  and  winking, 

And  us  to  their  pleasures  invite. 
.   The  earth  and  the  heavens  are  glancing. 
With  fiery,  and  glittering  sheen ; 
And  over  their  troop  brightly  dancing, 
The  moon,  smiling  softly,  is  seen. 


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Ye  heavenly  lights  !  O  attend  us, 

And  light  us  along  our  way ; 
How  bright  are  the  smiles  that  ye  lend  us, 

Then  list  ye,  O  list  to  our  lay. 

The  earth  and  the  heavens,  &c 

THERE  *S  NOT  A  TINT. 

There  fs  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose, 

Or  decks  the  lilly  fair, 
Or  streaks  the  humblest  flower  that  grows, 

But  God  has  placed  it  there. 

There's  not  of  grass  a  single  blade, 

Or  leaf  of  lowliest  mien, 
Where  heavenly  skill  is  not  displayed, 

Or  heavenly  wisdom  seen. 
There 's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light, 

Illumes  the  distant  earth, 
To  cheer  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 

But  heaven  gave  it  birth. 
There 's  not  a  place  on  earth's  vast  round, 

In  ocean's  deep,  or  air,' 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found, 

For  God  is  every  where. 


THE  BLISSFUL  HOPE. 

Hail  sweetest  dearest  hope  that  binds  . 
Our  glowing  hearts  in  one ; 


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Hail  sacred  hope  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  divine. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given, 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past, 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last. 
From  Burmah's  shore,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain  ; 
From  Europe  and  Columbia's  land, 
We  hope  to  meet  again. 

It  is  the  hope,  &c. 
No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 

Our  future  meeting  knows  ; 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  hope  immortal  grows. 

It  is  the  hope,  &c. 


PRAYER. 
Go,  when  the  morning  shineth, 

Go,  when  the  day  is  bright, 
Go,  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go,  in  the  hush  of  night; 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Fling  earthly  thoughts  away, 
And  in  thy  chamber  kneeling, 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 
Remember  all  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee ; 


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Pray  for  those  who  hate  you, 

If  any  such  there  be ; 
Then  for  thyself  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  link  with  each  petition, 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 
Oh !  not  a  joy  or  blessing, 

With  this  can  we  compare, 
The  power  that  he  hath  given  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer. 
Whene'er  thou  pinest  in  sadness, 

Before  his  footstool  fall, 
And  remember  in  thy  gladness, 

His  grace  who  gave  thee  all. 


TRUST  IN  THE  LORD. 
My  soul,  why  sink  when  griefs  oppress, 

Or  start  when  fears  alarm  1 
Trust  in  the  Lord,  in  thy  distress, 

Thy  refuge  is  his  arm. 
Tho*  hope  and  joy  have  from  thee  flown, 

And  left  thee  to  despair, 
Trust  in  the  Lord  ;  in  him  alone 

Repose  thine  every  care. 
What  though  the  floods  may  near  thee  roll, 

Thy  sky  grow  darker  still, — 
Trust  in  the  Lord;  he  keeps  my  soul, 

And  storms  obey  his  will. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


How  oft  when  pressed  by  mighty  foes 

Did  no  escape  appear: 
Trust  in  the  Lord  thou  didst  repose, 

And  came  off  conqueror. 

And  will  he  now  his  help  deny, 

And  leave  thee  to  thy  lot? 
Trust  in  the  Lord;  he  still  is  nigh, 

His  nature  changes  not. 


THE  FARMER  AND  TEACHER. 
The  farmer  ploughs  and  sows  his  field, 

'Tis  all  that  he  can  do; 
He  cannot  make  the  dry  seed  grow, 

Nor  give  it  rain  or  dew. 

God  sends  the  sunshine,  dew  and  rain, 

And  covers  it  with  snow; 
Then  let  us  thank  him  for  the  gift, 

To  him  our  bread  we  owe. 

The  youthful  mind  is  like  the  field; 

Our  teachers  sow  the  seed; 
But  when  instruction's  work  is  done, 

There 's  something  more  we  need. 

Then  let  us  pray  that  God  may  add 

His  blessing  to  their  toil; 
Then  our  young  minds  and  hearts  will  prove 

A  rich  productive  soil. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


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HEAVENLY  REST. 
There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given; 
There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 

Tis  found  above  in  heaven! 

There  is  a  soft  a  downy  bed, 

Fair  as  the  breath  of  even  ; 
A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread, 
Where  they  may  rest  the  aching  head, 

And  find  repose  in  heaven! 

There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals. 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven ! 

There,  faith  lifts  up  the  tearful  eye, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene  in  heaven ! 

There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom. 

And  joys  supreme  are  given ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven ! 


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JOY  TO  THE  WORLD. 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come, 

Let  earth  receive  her  King, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 

And  heaven  and  nature  sing, 

And  heaven  and  nature  sing, 

And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 
Joy  to  the  world,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and 
plains, 

Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 
No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  growf 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow, 

Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 
He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 

And  wonders  of  his  love. 


RISE  FROM  THY  MOURNING. 

Rise,  rise,  free  from  thy  mourning, 
Light,  light  breaks  from  the  sky, 
See,  see,  bright  is  the  dawning, 
Jesus  is  risen  on  high. 
Rise,  rise,  rise,  rise — 
Jesus  is  risen  on  high. 


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Come,  come,  sing  to  the  Saviour, 

Love,  love,  beams  from  his  eye, 
Haste,  haste,  share  in  his  favor, 
Worship  the  Saviour  on  high. 
Come,  come,  come,  come — 
Worship  the  Saviour  on  high. 
Praise,  praise,  yield  him  with  gladness, 

Earth,  earth,  banish  thy  gloom, 
Where  death,  where  is  thy  sadness, 
Jesus  returns  from  the  tomb. 
Praise,  praise,  praise,  praise — 
Jesus  returns  from  the  tomb. 
Hail,  hail,  children  adore  thee, 
Here,  here,  anthems  we  give, 
There,  there,  dwelling  in  glory,. 
Love  in  thy  life  we  '11  receive. 
Hail,  hail,  all  hail — 
Love  in  thy  life  we  '11  receive. 


GOD  IS  LOVE. 
Lo!  the  heavens  are  breaking 

Pure  and  bright  above ; 
Life  and  light  awaking, 

Murmur  "  God  is  love." 
Round  yon  pine  clad  mountain, 

Flows  a  golden  flood : 
Hear  the  sparkling  fountain, 

Whisper  "God  is  good." 


eo 


SINGING  BOOK. 


See  the  streamlet  bounding, 
Through  the  vale  and  wood, 

Hear  its  ripples  sounding. 
Murmur,  "God  is  good." 

Music  now  is  ringing, 
Through  the  shady  grove, 

Feathered  songsters  singing, 
Warble  "  God  is  love." 

Wake  my  heart,  and  springing 
Spread  thy  wings  above, 

Soaring  stili  and  singing, 
God  is  ever  love. 

God  is  love. 


SHED  NOT  A  TEAR. 

Air — Long,  long  ago 
Shed  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friend's  early  bier, 
When  I  am  gone,  when  I  am  gone ; 
Smile  if  the  slow-tolling  bell  you  should 
hear, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 
Weep  not  for  me  when  you  stand  round  my 
grave, 

Think  who  has  died  his  beloved  to  save, 
Think  of  the  crown  all  the  ransomed  shall 
have, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 


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Shed  not  a  tear  when  you  stand  round  my 
*  grave, 

When  I  am  gone,  when  I  am  gone; 
Sing  a  sweet  song  unto  him  who  doth  save, 

When  I  am  gone,  1  am  gone. 
Sing  to  the  iamb  who  on  earth  once  was 
slain, 

Sing  to  the  lamb  who  in  Heaven  doth  reign, 
Sing  till  the  world  shall  be  ftli'd  with  his 
name, 

When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 

Plant  ye  a  tree,  which  may  wave  over  me, 
When  I  am  gone,  when  I  am  gone ; 

Sing  ye  a  song,  if  my  grave  you  should  see, 
When  I  am  gone,  f  am  gone. 

Come,  at  the  close  of  a  bright  summer's 
day, 

Come,  when  the  sua  sheds  his  last  linger- 
ing ray, 

Come,  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  passed  away, 
When  I  am  gone,  I  am  gone. 


SPRING  WISHES. 

Come  again,  come  again,  come  again, 
Sweet  spring  weather,  haste  thee  hither; 
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SINGING  BOOK. 


Spring  come  reign,  spring  come  reign  ! 

Come  again,  come  again,  come  again*, 
O  come,  bring  the  blossoms  back  again ; 
The  modest  little  snow  drop, 

Already  is  in  sight, 
And  every  day  we  watch  it, 
With  wonder  and  delight, 
We  wonder  where,  since  autumn, 

Its  little  life  it  kept ; 
And  if  all  through  the  winter, 
Beneath  the  snow  it  slept. 

Come  again,  &c. 

Come  again,  come  again,  come  again, 

Sweet  spring  weather,  haste  thee  hither 
Spring  come  reign,  spring  come  reign ! 

Come  again,  come  again,  come  again, 
O  come,  bring  the  swallows  back  again ; 
They  come  and  build  their  nests  now, 

Just  where  they  did  of  old, 
While  we  with  joy  and  wonder, 

The  busy  scene  behold, 
And  curious,  keep  asking, 

"  Where  have  the  swallows  been, 
Since  hill  side  field  and  forest, 
In  autumn  lost  their  green." 

Come  again,  &e. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


PARTING. 

When  shall  we  meet  again — 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever] 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes — 

Never — no,  never. 

When  will  love  freely  flow, 

Pure  as  life's  river] 
When  will  sweet  friendship  glow, 

Changeless  forever  ] 

Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 
Never — no,  never. 

Soon  shall  we  meet  again — 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever. 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never — no,  never. 


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THE  STAR  OF  THE  NATIVITY. 

Air — O  no,  we  never  mention  H  r. 

O,  where 's  the  lovely  beaming  star, 

Slowly  moving  towards  the  west, 
Which,  glittering  bright,  and  shining  far. 

Sought  out  a  place  of  rest] 
And  not  o'er  halls  and  gilded  domes 

The  beauteous  meteor  stood, 
But  where  the  infant  Jesus  lay, 

In  humble  solitude. 

Why  shone  that  star  so  brilliantly? 

Why  calmly  paused  it  there  ? 
Why  gazed  upon  it  wondering  eyes, 

With  mingled  hope  and  fear? 
Twas  Heaven's  shining  messenger, 

To  spread  the  tidings  far, 
That  in  Judea's  land  arose — 

The  glorious  morning  star. 

And  never  more  that  meteor's  glow, 

Shall  shed  a  sparkling  light: 
Its  work  is  done;  its  beaming  rays 

Are  quenched  in  endless  night. 
But  brightly  on  that  morn  arose 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
To  shine  with  gladsome,  healing  beam 

A  suffering  world  to  bless. 


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A  cheering  ray,  'twill  ever  shine, 

And  gild  life's  darkest  hour, 
And  warm  the  heart,  by  sorrows  chill'd, 

With  sweet  reviving  power. 
'Twill  chase  the  gloomiest  cloud  away, 

'Twill  dry  the  bitterest  tear, 
And  when  the  Christian  dies,  'twill  stream 

In  floods  of  glory  there. 


HARWELL. 

Hark,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices, 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above : 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heav'n  rejoices : 

Jesus  reigns  the  God  of  love ; 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ; 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  I  Amen. 
Jesus  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth ; 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens, 

Cheers  and  charms  thy  saints  on  earth : 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  Divine. 
Hallelujah !  hallelujah !  Amen. 
King  of  glory,  reign  forever, 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown : 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine  owm 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


Happy  objects  of  thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  thy  face, 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  !  Amen. 


BOYLESTON  HYMN. 

Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay, 
Just  like  a  flood  our  hasty  days, 

Are  sweeping  us  away. 
Well  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We  '11  keep  their  end  in  sight, 
We  '11  sppnd  them  all  in  wisdom's  ways, 

Then  let  them  speed  their  flight. 
They  '11  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestuous  sea, 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore, 

Of  blessed  eternity. 


REMEMBER  THY  CREATOR. 

Remember  thy  Creator, 

While  youth's  fair  spring  is  bright, 
Before  thy  cares  are  greater, 

Before  comes  age's  night. 
While  yet  the  sun  shines  o'er  thee, 

While  stars  the  darkness  cheer; 
While  life  is  all  before  thee 

Thy  great  Creator  fear.  ^ 


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Remember  thy  Creator, 

Before  thy  dust  returns 
To  earth — for  'tis  its  nature— 

And  life's  last  ember  burns ; 
Before,  with  God  who  gave  it, 

The  spirit  shall  appear* 
He  cries  who  died  to  save  it, 

Thy  great  Creator  fear. 


THE  STAR  OF  BETHLEHEM. 

Air — Bonnie  Dooru 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky; 

One  star  alone  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

Hark !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud — the  night  was  dark; 
The  ocean  yawned — and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 

When  suddenly  a  star  arose, 
It  was  thefStar  of  Bethlehem. 


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SINGING  BOOR. 


It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 

And  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

Now  safely  moored — my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 

Forever  and  forever  more, 

The  Star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 


EARLY  PIETY. 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows  I 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill, 

Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  I 
Lo  I  such  the  child,  whose  early  feet, 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod ; 
Whose  secret  heart  with  influence  sweet, 

Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

Along  the  cool  and  shady  rill, 

The  lily  must  decay; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 

Must  shortly  fade  away  ! 
And  soon  will  come  the  closing  hour 

When  we  resign  our  breath ; 
And  feel  the  cold  and  withering  power, 

That  lays  us  low  in  death. 


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O  thou !  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  thy  Father's  shrine ; 
Whose    years,    with    changeless  virtue 
crown'd, 

Were  all  alike  Divine. 
Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 

To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

ANTHEM. 
THE  LORD  IS  MY  SHEPHERD. 

PSALM  XXIII. 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  I  shall  not  want, 

He  maketh  me  to  lie  down  in  green  pas- 
tures, he  leadeth  me  beside  the  still 
waters. 

He  restoreth  my  soul;  he  leadeth  me  in  the 
paths  of  righteousness,  for  his  name's 
sake. 

Yea,  though  I  walk  through  the  valley  of 
the  shadow  of  death,  I  will  fear  no  evil: 

For  thou  art  with  me :  thy  rod  and  thy  staff 
they  comfort  me. 

Thou  preparest  a  table  before  me  in  the 
presence  of  my  enemies : 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


Thou  anointest  my  head  with  oil ;  my  cup 
runneth  over. 

Surely  goodness  and  mercy  shall  follow  me 
all  the  days  of  my  life : 

And  I  will  dwell  in  the  house  of  the  Lord, 
forever.  Amen. 


SEE,  THE  LIGHT  IS  DAWNING. 

See,  the  light  is  dawning, 

On  our  infant  years, 
Bright  as  May  day  morning, 

When  the  sun  appears. 

Oh !  thou  great  Creator, 
To  whom  all  praise  is  due, 

Crown  us  with  thy  mercies, 
Bless  our  teachers  too. 

May  we  all  remember, 

Every  useful  rule, 
Through  thy  favor  taught  us, 

In  the  Public  School. 

Saviour,  guide  and  keep  us, 

Make  us  feel  thy  love, 
Till  we  meet  to  praise  thee, 

In  the  world  above. 


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THE  PEARL  OF  GREAT  PRICE. 

The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet, 

Is  not  the  pearl  for  me ; 
Its  beauty  fades  as  quickly, 

As  sunshine  on  the  sea; 
But  there's  a  pearl  sought  by  the  wise, 
'Tis  called  the  pearl  of  greatest  price ; 

Though  few  its  value  see. 
0,  that 's  the  pearl  for  me,  &c. 

The  crown  that  decks  the  monarch, 

Is  not  the  crown  for  me ; 
It  dazzles  but  a  moment, 

Its  brightness  soon  will  flee ; 
But  there 's  a  crown  prepared  above, 
For  all  who  walk  in  humble  love ; 

Forever  bright  'twill  be. 
O,  that 's  the  crown  for  me,  &c. 

The  road  that  many  travel, 

Is  not  the  road  for  me : 
It  leads  to  death  and  sorrow, 

In  it  I  would  not  be. 
But  there's  a  road  that  leads  to  God, 
'Tis  marked  by  Christ's  most  precious 
blood ; 

The  passage  there  is  free. 
0  that's  the  road  for  me,  &c. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


The  hope  that  sinners  cherish, 

Is  not  the  hope  for  me ; 
Most  surely  will  they  perish, 

Unless  from  sin  made  free. 
But  there 's  a  hope  which  rests  in  God, 
And  leads  the  soul  to  keep  his  word, 

And  sinful  pleasures  flee. 
O,  that  's  the  hope  for  me,  &c. 


GOD  IS  IN  HEAVEN. 

God  is  in  heaven — can  he  hear, 
A  feeble  prayer  like  mine  1 

Yes,  little  child,  thou  needest  not  fear, 
He  listeneth  to  thine. 

God  is  in  heaven — can  he  see 

When  I  am  going  wrong  1 
Yes,  that  he  can,  he  looks  at  thee 

All  day  and  all  night  long. 

God  is  in  heaven — would  he  know 

If  I  should  tell  a  lie  ] 
Yes,  if  thou  said'st  it  very  low, 

He'd  hear  it  in  the  sky. 

God  is  in  heaven — can  I  go, 
To  thank  him  for  his  care  ? 

Not  yet,  but  love  him  here  below, 
And  thou  shall  praise  him  there. 


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CHANT.— -Psalm  cxxi. 

I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills, 
From  whence  cometh  my  help. 
My  help  cometh  from  the  Lord, 
Which  made  heaven  and  earth. 
He  will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  be  moved; 
He  that  keepeth  thee  will  not  slumber. 
Behold,  he  that  keepeth  Israel, 
Shall  not  slumber  nor  sleep. 
The  Lord  is  thy  keeper ; 
The  Lord  is  thy  shade  upon  thy  right  hand. 
The  sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day, 
Nor  the  moon  by  night. 
The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil, 
He  shall  preserve  thy  soul. 
The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  on*.,  and 
thy  coming  in,  [more. 
From  this  time  forth,  and  even  for  ever- 

EDEN  IS  MY  HOME. 

Air — 0,  steer  my  bark  to  jEriris  Isle. 

O,  I  have  roam'd  through  many  lands, 

A  stranger  to  delight ; 
Not  friendship's  hopes,  nor  love's  sweet 
smiles, 

Could  make  my  pathway  bright ; 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


Till  on  the  sky  a  star  arose 

And  lit  night's  sable  dome, 
O,  steer  my  bark  by  that  sweet  star, 

For  Eden  is  my  home. 

0,  Eden  is  my  place  of  rest; 

I  long  to  reach  its  shore, 
To  shake  these  troubles  from  my  breast, 

And  weep  and  sigh  no  more ; 
To  that  fair  land  my  spirit  flies, 

And  angels  bid  me  come, 
O,  steer  my  bark  by  Jordan's  wave, 

Tor  Eden  is  my  home. 

O,  take  me  from  this  world  of  woe, 

To  my  sweet  home  above, 
Where  tears  of  sorrow  never  flow, 

And  all  the  air  is  love ; 
My  sister  spirits  wait  for  me, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come, 
0,  steer  my  bark  to  that  bright  land, 

For  Eden  is  my  home. 


COME,  YE  DISCONSOLATE. 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 
Come,  at  the  shrine  of  God  fervently  kneel: 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell 
your  anguish: 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannoi 
heal. 


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Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and 
pure ; 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter  in  God's  name, 
saying, 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
heal. 

Go  ask  the  infidel  what  boon  he  brings  us, 
What  balm  for  aching  hearts  he  can 
reveal ;  [us, 
Sweet  as  the  cheering  lay,  hope  ever  sings 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot 
heal. 


OUR  FATHER  IN  HEAVEN. 

Air —  What  fairy  like  Music. 

Our  Father  in  Heaven  we  hallow  thy  name, 
May  thy  kingdom  holy,  on  earth  be  the 
same ; 

O  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread, 
It  is  from  Thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed. 

Forgive  our  transgressions,  and  teach  us  to 
know, 

That  humble  compassion  that  pardons  each 
foe ; 

Save  us  from  temptation,  from  weakness 
and  sin, 

And  Thine  be  the  glory  forever — Amen. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


RIVER  OF  DEATH. 

Air — Canadian  Boat  Sung. 

River  of  death,  thy  stream  I  see, 
Between  the  bright  city  of  rest  and  me ; 
Fearless  thy  sable  surge  I'll  brave, 
For  sweet  is  the  prospect  o'er  thy  wave. 
Waft  me,  O  waft  me  safely  o'er, 
And  land  me  dear  Saviour,  on  Canaan's 
shore. 

Why  should  I  fear  to  stem  thy  tide, 

With  him  who  has  loved  me,  as  guard  and 

guide, 

Wisdom  and  power  control  thy  flood, 
While  faith  says,  my  passage  was  paid  with 
blood. 

Waft  me,  O  waft  me,  &c. 

What  is  it  gilds  thy  darksome  foam, 
*Tis  light  shining  forth  from  my  happy 
home, 

Music  that  thrills  my  soul  to  hear, 
Seems  floating  me  o'er  thy  surface  drear. 
Waft  me,  O  waft  rne,  &c. 

Help  me,  I  feel  the  waters  rise, 
Yet  visions  of  glory  still  glad  my  eyes; 
Saviour  I  come,  I  soon  shall  be 
Among  the  blest  purchase  of  Calvary. 
Waft  me,  O  waft  me,  &c. 


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BRING  WREATHS. 

Bring  wreaths,  green  wreaths,  our  joyful 

hands 

The  glowing  tints  shall  twine, 
To  celebrate  our  Saviour's  birth, 

The  "Children's  Friend"  Divine; 
Who  drew  them  to  his  fav'ring  arms, 

When  sterner  souls  forbade, 
And  kindly  on  his  shelt'ring  breast, 
Their  heads  reposing  laid. 
Bring  wreaths,  green  wreaths  our  joyful 
hands 

Their  glowing  tints  shall  twine, 
To  celebrate  our  Saviour's  birth, 
The  "  Children's  Friend"  Divine. 


But  He,  the  babe  of  Bethlehem,  slept 

Uncradled  and  unsought, 
No  joyful  hands  with  songs  of  praise, 

Sweet  buds  and  blossoms  brought. 
But  horned  brutes  with  heavy  tread, 

Their  manger's  guest  survey'd, 
And  stupid  oxen  watch'd  the  bed, 

Where  Earth's  Redeemer  laid. 
Bring  wreaths,  green  wreaths,  &c. 


Sister,  bring  flowers !  the  winter  rose. 
Shall  in  our  garland  bloom, 
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&8  SINGING  BOOK. 

For  Him,  who  weeping  Mary  sought, 
And  found  an  empty  tomb; 

Still  in  our  hearts  the  plants  of  love 
A  living  stream  should  share, 

Which,  flowing  from  His  holy  word, 
Shall  keep  them  fresh  and  fair. 
Bring  wreaths,  green  wreaths,  &c 


WIDOW  OF  NAIN. 

Weep  not,  O  Mother,  sounds  of  lamentation, 
Weep  not,  O  widow,  weep  not  hopelessly : 

Strong  is  His  arm,  the  bringer  of  salvation, 
Strong  is  the  word  of  God  to  succor  thee^ 

Bring  forth  the  cold  corpse,  slowly,  slowly 
bear  him, 

Hide  his  pale  features  with  the  sable  pall ; 
Chide  not  the  sad  one,  wildly  weeping  near 
him, 

Widow'd  and  childless,  she  has  lost  her 
all. 

Why  pause  the  mourners  1  who  forbids  our 
weeping? 

Who  the  dark  pomp  of  sorrow  has  de- 
layed, 


SINGING  BOOK. 


99 


*  Set  down  the  bier  ....  He  is  not  dead,  but 
sleeping;" 

"  Young  man  arise !"  .  .  .  He  spake  and 
was  obeyed : 
Change  then,  O  sad  one !  grief  to  exultation 

Worship  and  fall  before  Messiah's  knee ; 
Strong  was  his  arm  the  bringer  of  salvation ; 

Strong  was  the  word  of  God  to  succor  thee, 

THE  HAPPY  LAND. 

There  is  a  *iappy  land,  far,  far  away ; 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand,  bright,  bright 
as  day ; 

Oh!  how  they  sweetly  sing,  "worthy  is  our 

Saviour  King ;" 
Loud  let  us  His  praises  ring ;  praise,  praise 

for  aye. 

Come  to  that  happy  land,  come,  come  away; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand,  why  still  delay  ? 
O,  we  shall  happy  be,  when  from  sin  and 

sorrow  free ; 
Lord,  we  shall  live  for  thee,  blest,  blest  for 

aye. 

Bright  in  that  happy  land,  beams  every  eye ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand,  love  cannot  die ; 
O,  then  to  glory  run ;  be  a  crown  and  king- 
dom won, 

And  bright  above  the  sun,  we  reign  for  aye. 


100  SINGING  BOOK. 


THOU  ART  PASSING  AWAY. 

Thou  art  passing  away,  thou  art  passing 
away, 

Thy  life  has  been  brief  as  the  mid-winter's 
day; 

Thy  forehead  is  pale,  and  thy  pulses  are  low, 
And  thy  once  blooming  cheek  wears  the 

ominous  glow. 
The  a  art  passing  away  from  the  beautiful 

earth, 

Thy  much  loved  abode,  and  the  land  of  thy 
birth  : 

From  its  forests  and  fields — from  its  mur- 
muring rills, 

From  its  beautiful  plains  and  its  herbage 
crown'd  hills. 

Thou  art  passing  away  from  thy  kindred  and 
friends, 

And  the  last  chain  that  bound  thee,  the 
spoiler  now  rends ; 

And  thy  last  tones  are  falling  on  love's 
listening  ear, 

And  now  in  thine  eyes  shines  the  fond  part- 
ing tear. 

Thou  art  passing  away  as  the  first  summer 
rose, 

That  awaits  not  the  time  when  the  winter 
wind  blows, 


SINGING  BOOK. 


101 


But  hasteth  away  on  the  autumn's  quick 
gale, 

And  scatters  its  odors  o'er  mountain  and 
dale. 

The  light  of  thy  beauty  has  faded  and  gone, 
For  the  withering  chills  have  already  come 
oo ; 

Thy  charms  have  departed — thy  glory  has 
fled ; 

And  thou  soon  wilt  be  laid  in  the  house  of 
the  dead. 


THOU  ART,  O  GOD. 
Thou  art,  O  God,  the  life  and  light 

Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see; 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee. 
Where  'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 
When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes, 

Thy  spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh; 
And  every  flower  the  Summer  wreathes, 

Is  born  beneath  that  kindling  eye. 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine.  . 


WE  WONT  GIVE  UP  THE  BIBLE! 
We  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 
God's  holy  Book  of  Truth, — 


102  SINGING  BOOK. 

The  blessed  staff  of  hoary  age, 

The  guide  of  early  youth, — 
The  Lamp  which  sheds  a  glorious  light 

O'er  every  dreary  road — 
The  voice  which  speaks  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  leads  us  home  to  God. 
We  won't  give  up  the  Bible, 

Nor  heed  the  crafty  tongue 
That  would  this  treasure  take  away; 

Ye  wicked  ones  begone  ! 
For  ye  would  fain  condemn  our  minds 

To  glooms  of  moral  night, 
But  we  defy  your  mortal  power, — 

And  God  defends  the  right! 
We  won't  give  up  the  Bible : 

But  could  ye  force  away 
That  which  is  our  life  blood  dear, 

Yet  hear  us  joyful  say : 
The  words  that  we  have  learnt  while  younf 

Shall  follow  all  our  days, 
And  those  engraven  on  our  hearts 

Ye  never  can  erase. 
We  won't  give  up  the  Bible ! 

We  '11  shout  it  far  and  wide, 
Until  the  -echo  shall  be  heard 

Beyond  the  swelling  tide  : 
Till  all  shall  know  that  we,  though  young. 

Withstand  your  treach'rous  art, 
And  that  from  God's  own  sacred  word 

We  yU  never,  never  part  / 


SINGING  BOOK.  103 


HYMN. 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And  spangled  heavens  (a  shining  frame) 
Their  great  Original  proclaim: 
The  unwearied  sun  from  day  to  day, 
Doth  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 
Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wond'rous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  list'ning  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth, 
While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 
What  though  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  the  radiant  orbs  be  found ; 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice, 
Forever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 


HYMN. 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  thou  need'st  not  fear  I 
Thy  great  Provider  still  is  near: 


104 


SINGING  BOOK. 


Who  fed  thee  last,  will  feed  thee  stil]. 
Be  calm,  and  sink  into  his  will. 
The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  sky, 
In  mercy  stoops  to  hear  thy  cry; 
His  promise  air  may  freely  claim, 

Ask  and  receive  in  Jesus'  name." 
His  stores  are  open  all,  and  free 
To  such  as  truly  upright  be ; 
Water  and  bread  he  '11  give  for  food, 
With  all  things  else  which  he  sees  good. 
Your  sacred  hairs  which  are  so  small, 
By  God  himself  are  numbered  all ; 
This  truth  he's  published  all  abroad, 
That  men  may  learn  to  trust  the  Lord. 
The  ravens  daily  he  doth  feed, 
And  sends  them  food  as  they  ha?e  need; 
Although  they  nothing  have  in  store, 
Yet  as  they  lack  he  gives  them  more. 
Then  do  not  seek  with  ansious  care, 
What  ye  shall  eat,  or  drink,  or  wear, 
Your  heavenly  Father  will  you  feed, 
He  knows  that  all  these  things  you  need. 


HYMN. 
When  I, can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 


SINGING  BOOK. 


105 


Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 
Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all : 
There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


EVENING  HYMN. 
The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear: 
Oh!  may  we  all  remember  well 

The  night  of  death*draws  near. 
We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  unrobe  us  all 

Of  what  we  have  possess'd. 
Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears, 
Beneath  the  pinions  of  thy  love, 

Till  morning  light  appears. 
And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove; 


106 


8INGING  BOOK. 


Oh  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


I'M  BUT  A  CHILD  BEFORE  THEE. 
I 'm  but  a  child  before  thee, 

My  father  in  the  sky ; 
And  yet  I  can  adore  thee, 

Although  thou  art  so  high, 
And  now  begin  to  love  thee,  ">  p  * 

And  love  thee  till  I  die.  5 
Thou  all  my  thoughts  art  knowing, 

By  daytime  and  at  night, 
Whatever  I  am  doing, 

I  do  it  in  thy  sight, 
From  wrong  then  ever  keep  me, 

And  make  me  do  what's  right 
From  thee  comes  all  that  makes  me, 

So  happy  through  the  day, 
The  morning  light  that  wakes  me, 

The  health  that  makes  me  gay, 
Oh !  teach  me  how  to  thank  thee, 

To  thank  thee  when  I  pray. 


LIFE  LET  US  CHERISH. 

Life  let  us  cherish,  while  yet  the  taper  glows, 
And  heavenly  treasures  grasp  ere  it  close. 

In  vain  we  seek  for  earthly  bliss ; 

The  plants  of  joy,  the  fruits  of  peace, 


SINGING  BOOK. 


107 


Can  never  grow  in  soil  like  this: 
Place  all  thy  hopes  in  heaven. 

Life  let  us  cherish,  while  yet  the  taper  glows, 
And  heavenly  treasures  grasp  ere  it  close. 
Our  hearts  in  vain  to  riches  cling, 
Our  gems  are  dim,  our  gold  hath  wings, 
And,  when  possessed,  no  comfort  brings : 
Lay  up  thy  wealth  in  heaven. 

Life  let  us  cherish,  while  yet  the  taper  glows, 
And  heavenly  treasures  grasp  ere  it  close. 
Set  not  thy  heart  on  earthly  fame, 
Its  highest  gift 's  an  empty  name, 
That  quickly  fades  or  ends  in  shame : 
True  glory  comes  from  heaven. 


HYMN. 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand ; 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 
What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 


108 


SINGING  BOOK. 


In  vnin  with  lavish  kindness 
The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 

The  heathen  in  his  blindness 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation  !  O  Salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name. 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole: 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign 


ALL  IS  WELL. 

What's  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon 
my  frame, 
Is  it  death  1  is  it  death  ? 
That  soon  will  quench,  will  quench  this 
mortal  flame, 
Is  it  death  ]  is  it  death  1 


SINGING  BOOK. 


109 


If  this  be  death !  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free, 
I  s»hall  the  King  of  glory  see ; 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
Weep  not  my  friends,  my  friends  weep  not 
for  me, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well ; 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  pardoned,  I  am  free, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 
There 's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes, 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies- 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

Hark!  hark!  my  Lord,  my  Lord  and  master 
calls  me, 
All  is  well,  all  is  well; 
[  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory^ 
All  is  well,  all  is  well, 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you, 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view- 
All  is  well,  all  is  well. 

THE  BLEST  ETERNAL  HOME. 
Air— Ingle  Side, 
There 's  not  a  bright  and  beaming  smile 

Which  in  this  world  I  see, 
But  turns  my  heart  to  future  jov 
And  whispers  heaven  to  xu , 


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Though  often  here  my  soul  is  sad, 

And  falls  the  silent  tear, 
There  is  a  world  of  smiles  and  love, 

And  sorrow  dwells  not  there. 

I  never  clasp  a  friendly  hand, 

In  greeting  or  farewell, 
But  thoughts  of  my  eternal  home, 

Within  my  bosom  swell. 

There,  when  we  meet  with  holy  joy, 
No  thoughts  of  parting  come, 

But  never  ending  ages  still, 
Shall  find  us  all  at  home. 


LOUD  RAISE  THE  PEAL  OF 
GLADNESS. 

Loud  raise  the  peal  of  gladness, 

'Tis  Freedom's  natal  day ! 
Our  land  that  once  in  sadness, 

Groaned  'neath  a  tyrant's  sway, 
In  liberty  rejoices, 

Awed  by  no  monarch's  rod ; 
Lift  high  our  joyous  voices, 

Aye,  lift  them  up  to  God. 

'Twas  He  whose  wisdom  guided, 
The  councils  of  our  sires, 

He  o'er  our  arms  presided, 
And  He  the  praise  requires. 


SINGING  BOOK.  ill 

We  give  to  Thee  the  glory, 

Father,  for  all  possessed, 
That  gilds  our  country's  story, 

That  makes  our  country  blest. 


THOU  SOFT  FLOWING  KEDRON. 

Thou  soft  flowing  Kedron,  by  thy  silver 
stream, 

Our  Saviour  at  midnight,  when  Cynthia's 
pale  beam 

Shone  bright  on  the  waters,  would  fre- 
quently stray, 

And  lose,  in  thy  murmurs,  the  toils  of  the 
day. 

How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his 
head! 

How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  his 
bed! 

The  angels,  astonish'd,  grew  sad  at  the  sight, 
And  follow'd  their  Master  with  solemn 
delight. 

Come  saints,  and  adore  him,  come  bow  at 
his  feet, 

O  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is 
meet ; 

Let  joyful  hosannas,  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the 
skies. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


I  WOULD  NOT  LIVE  ALWAY. 

T  would  not  live  alway.  I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 
way, 

The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us 
here, 

Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for 
its  cheer. 

I  would  not  live  aiv/ay,  thus  fettered  by  sin. 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within ; 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 
fears, 

And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 
tears. 

I  would  not  live  alway — no,  welcome  the 
tomb ! 

Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its 
gloom, 

There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 
God, 

Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  fow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns 


SINGING  BOOK. 


113 


Where  me  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 
meet, 

Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to 

greet ; 

While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly 
roll, 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of 
the  soul. 

GIVE  ME  A  THANKFUL  HEART. 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss, 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies  ; 
Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 

Let  this  petition  rise : 
Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free; 
The  blessings  of  thy  love  impart, 

And  let  me  live  to  Thee. 


THE  KINGDOM  OF  HEAVEN. 

r  dearly  love  a  little  child, 

And  Jesus  loved  young  children  too, 
He  ever  sweetly  on  them  smiled, 

And  placed  them  with  his  chosen  few; 
When  cradled  on  its  mother's  breast, 

\  hate  was  orouernt  to  Jesus  teet, 
He  laid  his  hand  upon  its  head. 

And  blessed  it  with  a  promise  sweet 
§ 


114  SINGING  BOOK. 


Forbid  them  not,  the  Saviour  cried, 

O !  suffer  them  to  come  to  me, 
Of  such  my  heavenly  kingdom  is, 

Like  them  may  all  my  followers  be. 
Young  children  are  the  gems  of  earth, 

The  brightest  jewels  mothers  have, 
They  sparkle  on  the  thrilling  breast, 

But  brighter  shine  beyond  the  grave. 


BRIGHTEST  AND  BEST. 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morn- 
ing, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid; 
Sjtar  of  the  east,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Say  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Eden  and  ofPrings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain  and  pearls  of  the 
ocean, 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  1 

Cold  on  his  eradle  the  dew  drops  are  shin- 
ing, 

Low  lies  bis  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall;. 
Angels,  adore  him,  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation ; 
Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure  I 

f 


SINGING  BOOK. 


115 


Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 


HOSANNA. 

When,  nis  salvation  bringing, 

To  Zion  Jesus  came, 
The  children  all  stood  singing 

Hosanna  to  his  name. 
Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  him, 

But  as  he  rode  along, 
He  let  them  still  attend  him, 

And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 
And  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  for  children  still; 
Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 

On  Zion's  heavenly  hill ; 
We  '11  flock  around  his  banner, 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne ; 
And  cry  aloud,  "  Hosanna 

To  David's  royal  son." 
For  should  we  fail  proclaiming, 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
The  stones,  our  silence  shaming, 

Might  well  hosanna  raise. 
But  shalbwe  only  render 

The  tribute  of  our  words  1 
No!  while  our  hearts  are  tender, 

They,  too,  shall  be  the  Lord's. 


116 


SINGING  BOOK. 


A  BROKEN  HEART. 

A  broken  heart,  a  contrite  spirit, 
Are  well  pleasing  to  the  Lord: 
Jesus  by  His  dying  merit, 
Then,  Oh  then,  will  joy  afford. 
I  acknowledge  my  transgression, 
And  my  sin  is  ever  near; 
Jesus  hear  my  heart's  confession, 
Wipe  away  each  falling  tear. 

Make  me  to  know  but  joy  and  gladness* 
Make  my  broken  bones  rejoice, 
Charm  away  my  spirit's  sadness, 
By  the  music  of  thy  voice. 
O  restore  me  thy  salvation, 
Hide  thy  face  from  every  sin, 
Let  thy  spirit's  new  creation, 
Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 

O  do  Thou  good  in  thy  good  pleasure, 
Unto  Zion,  Heavenly  King, 
Let  thy  people  from  thy  treasures, 
Unto  Thee  thine  offerings  bring; 
Let  Jerusalem  be  builded, 
All  her  altars  rise  again, 
Every  tower  with  joy  be  gilded, 
Every  hill,  and  every  plain. 


SINGING  BOOK.  117 


CHRISTMAS  HYMN. 

A  iii —  Welcome  delightful  Morn. 
How  glorious  was  the  day  when  Christ  ap« 

peared  on  earth, 
And  blessed  was  the  land  that  gave  the  Sa- 
viour birth, 
And  bright  and  glorious  was  the  star, 
That  wise  men  followed  from  afar, 
To  see  the  One  sin  could  not  mar. 
He  suffered  shame  for  us,  scorn,  hatred, 

pain,  and  wo ; 
And  death  upon  the  cross,  his  wondrous 
love  to  show ; 
And  when  his  race  was  nearly  run, 
He  sighed,  "Thy  will,  not  mine,  be 
done  :" 

And  then  he  died — God's  only  Son. 

Hosanna  to  His  name,  who  came  to  earth 
from  heaven  ;  [given ; 

For  our  redemption  sent,  for  our  salvation 
Oh,  let  that  Name  the  world  adore, 
And  let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  sin  and  death  shall  be  no  more. 


COLUMBIA. 
Columbia,  my  native  home, 

If  e'er  my  fate  should  be, 
In  foreign  lands  to  toil  or  roam, 

My  heart  will  cling  to  thee 


:i8 


SINGING  BOOK. 


Columbia !  O,  how  I  prize 

Thee,  native  land  of  mine : 
Italia's  blue  and  sunny  skies 

Are  not  more  bright  tha^  thine. 

Columbia,  no  other  land 

Is  half  so  good,  so  free : 
Though  diadems  may  them  command, 

Thy  laurel  wreath 's  for  thee. 

Columbia,  where'er  I  go, 

My  heart  will  ever  be, 
Through  joy  or  grief,  through  weal  or  vto, 

My  native  land,  with  thee. 


INDEPENDENCE. 

We  come,  with  hearts  of  gladness, 

To  breathe  our  songs  of  praise, 
Let  not  a  note  of  sadness, 

Be  blended  in  the  lays ; 
For  'tis  a  hallowed  story, 

The  theme  of  freedom's  birth, 
Our  fathers'  deeds  of  glor^ 

Are  echoed  round  the  earth. 

The  sound  is  waxing  stronger, 
And  thrones  and  nations  hear, 

Kings  may  oppress  no  longer, 
For  freedom's  reign  is  near  • 


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Her  reign  will  crush  oppression, 

And  raise  the  humble  mind, 
And  give  the  earth's  possession 

Among  the  good  and  kind. 

And  thou  shalt  sink  the  mountain, 

Where  pride  and  power  were  crowned, 
And  peace,  like  gentle  fountains, 

Shall  shed  its  pureness  round 
And  then  the  world  will  hear  us, 

And  join  our  glorious  la^, 
And  songs  of  millions  cheer  us, 

On  this  our  nation's  day. 

Doon  freedom's  loud  hosannas, 

Shall  burst  from  every  voice, 
Till  mountains  and  savannas, 

Roll  back  the  sound — rejoice. 
Then  raise  the  song  of  freedom, 

The  loudest,  sweetest  lay, 
The  captive's  chains  are  riven, 

And  Liberty  shall  reign. 


CONTENTMENT. 

I  am  contented,  be  it  known, 

By  this,  my  merry  strain ; 
And  many  a  man  who  wears  a  crown, 

Has  tried  to  be  in  vain ; 
Or  should  he  chance  to  love  his  lot, 
Pray  what  has  he  that  I  have  not. 


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Pleasure,  and  fame,  and  riches  too, 

Are  but  as  brittle  glass ; 
Things  in  mysterious  order  move, 

And  oft  it  comes  to  pass,  t 
The  poor  man's  mite  becomes  a  pound, 
The  rich  man  finds  he  has  a  bound. 

With  manly  purpose  do  what's  right, 

Nor  care  for  fame  or  gold ; 
So  shalt  thou  find  thy  spirits  light, 

And  fresh  when  thou  art  old  : 
With  glowing  heart,  and  conscience  clear, 
There's  not  a  thing  on  earth  to  fear. 


SHIP  AHOY. 

When  o'er  the  silent  seas  alone, 
For  days  and  nights  we 've  cheerless  gone, 
Oh!  they  who 've  felt  it  know  how  sweet, 
Some  sunny  morn,  a  sail  to  meet, 
Sparkling  on  deck  is  every  eye. 
Ship  ahoy?  ship  ahoy!  a  joyful  cry, 
When  answering  back  we  faintly  hear, 
Ship  ahoy !  ship  ahoy !  what  cheer !  whal 
cheer! 

Now  sails  aback  we  nearer  come, 
Kind  words  are  said  of  friends  and  home, 
But  soon,  too  soon,  we  part  in  pain, 
To  sail  o'er  silent  sp»*  asrain. 


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When  o'er  the  ocean's  dreary  plain, 
With  toil  her  destined  port  to  gain, 
Our  gallant  ^aip  has  neared  the  strand, 
We  claim  our  own,  our  native  land, 
Sweet  is  the  seaman's  joyous  shout, 
"Land  ahead!  land  ahead !  lookout!  loot 
out !" 

Around  on  deck  we  gaily  fly, 
Land  ahead  !  land  ahead  !  with  joy  we  cry, 
Yon  beacon's  light  directs  our  way ; 
While  grateful  vows  to  heaven  we  pay, 
And  soon  our  long  lost  joys  renew, 
And  bid  the  boisterous  main  adieu. 


THE  FOUNT  OF  JOY. 

Joy,  yes  joy 's  the  quick'ning  stream, 

Which  the  whole  earth  waters, 
Gladd'ning  with  its  chrystal  gleam, 
All  her  sons  and  daughters. 
What  in  valley  bloweth, 
What  the  hill  side  showeth, 
Full  of  joy  it  gloweth. 
There  are  stores  of  joy  to  bless ; 
And  our  danger  is  excess — 
And  our  danger  is  excess  ! 
Every  one,  in  his  own  way, 

Eagerly  pursues  it ; 
But  to  seek,  is  oft  the  way 
Certainly  to  lose  it. 


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Happy  he  who  knoweth, 
Where  the  true  joy  groweth, 
And  the  false  foregoeth! 
Yes!  we've  stores  of  joy  to  bless, 
And  our  danger  is  excess  ! 

AWAY  TO  SCHOOL. 
Air — Hurrah,  hurrah. 

Our  youthful  hearts  for  learning  burn, 

Away,  away  to  school. 
To  science  now  our  steps  we  turn, 

Away  away  to  school. 
Farewell  to  home,  and  all  its  charms, 
Farewell  to  love's  paternal  arms ; 

Away  to  school,  away  to  school, 
Away,  away  to  school. 
Behold !  a  happy  band  appears, 

Away,  away  to  school. 
The  shout  of  joy  now  fills  our  ears, 

Away,  away  to  school. 
Our  voices  ring,  our  hands  we  wave, 
Our  hearts  rebound  with  vigor  brave, 

Away  to  school,  away  to  school, 
Away,  away  to  school. 
No  more  we  walk,  no  more"  we  play, 

Away,  away  to  school. 
In  study  now  we  spend  the  day, 

Away,  away  to  school. 


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United  in  a  peaceful  band 
We  're  join'd  in  heart,  we  're  join'd  in  hand, 
Away  to  school,  away  to  school, 
Away,  away  to  school. 


SINGING  AND  STUDY. 

Let  us  gladly  singing, 
Pour  our  joys  along ; 

Let  us  dancing,  springing, 
Be  a  happy  throng. 

Music  !  'tis  a  treasure, 
Rich  as  Eden's  bloom ; 

Fill'd  with  all  that 's  pleasure, 
Free  from  all  that's  gloom. 

Let  us  all  be  cheerly, 
Let  us  all  rejoice ; 
-  Love  our  studies  dearly, 
Making  them  our  choice. 


WILLIAM  TELL. 

When  William  Tell  was  doomed  to  die, 
Or  hit  the  mark  upon  his  infant's  head. 

The  bell  toll'd  out  the  hour  was  nigh, 
And  soldiers  march'd  with  grief  and 
dread. 


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SI>'GI>-G  BOOK. 


The  warrior  came,  serene  and  mild. 

Gaz'd  all  around  with  dauntless  loo 
Till  his  fond  boy  unconscious  smil'd; 

Then  nature  and  the  father  spoke. 
And  now  each  valiant  Swiss  his  grief  par 
takes, 

For  they  sigh. 
And  wildly  cry. 
Poor  William  Tell !  once  hero  of  the  lakes. 

Bat  soon  is  heard  the  muffled  drum, 

And  straight  the  pointed  arrow  flies, 
The  trembling  boy  expects  his  doom, 

And  ail  shriek  out — M  he  dies  !  he  dies  !" 
When,  lo.  the  lofty  trumpet  sounds ! 

The  mark  is  hit!  the  child  is  free  ! 
Into  his  father's  arms  he  bounds, 

Inspir'd  by  love  and  liberty. 
And  now  each  valiant  Swiss  their  joy  par- 
takes, 

For  mountains  ring, 
Whilst  they  sing. 
Live  William  Tell,  the  hero  of  the  lakes. 


THE  STUDENT  BOY. 

The  student  boy.  his  life  is  gay, 

His  glad  mind  mounts,  like  a  lark  in  May 

His  toil  delight — his  study  joy — 

A  holiday  heart  has  the  student  boy! 


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Then  pore,  brothers,  pore, 
The  bright'ning  lesson  o'er. 
With  an  earnest  brow,  we  '11  study  now, 
Nor  blush  for  our  life's  young  morning! 
Ho  !  hoy  !  the  student  boy, 
His  aim  is  honor,  and  his  labor  joy, 
Ho4  hoy !  the  student  boy, 
His  aim  is  honor,  and  his  labor  joy. 

As  star  by  star  from  the  twilight  sky, 
So  truth  on  truth  to  the  student's  eye ; 
Till  his  sky  is  bright,  and  his  path  is  plain, 
What  dullness  would  deem  such  labo^pain? 

Then  strain  brothers,  strain, 

Till  honor's  goal  we  gain. 

With  an  earnest  brow,  &c. 

In  Freedom's  nest,  her  eaglet  brood, 
We  'U  soar  aloft  to  the  great  and  good ! 
And  what  though  young?    Our  names  ob- 
scure 1 

We  '11  make  them  bright,  and  keep  them 
pure. 

Then  soar,  brothers,  soar, 
We  '11  labour  more  and  more, 

With  an  earnest  brow,  &c. 
The  student  boy,  who  blest  as  he, 
With  a  heart  from  hate  and  falsehood  fret 
For  gentle  and  just,  he  knows  no  guile  ; 
And  his  pride  is  the  praise  of  his  parents' 
smile. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


Then  sing,  brothers,  sing, 
The  joys  our  duties  bring. 

With  an  earnest  brow,  &c. 

The  student's  life,  'tis  blithe  and  gay ; 
His  glad  mind  mounts,  like  a  lark  in  May 
His  teacher's  pride,  his  parent's  joy, 
A  holiday  heart  has  the  student  boy. 

Then  on,  brothers,  on, 

Till  every  task  is  done. 

With  an  earnest  brow,  &c, 


SUMMER  SONG. 

Come,  come,  come,  the  summer  now  is  here, 
Come  out  among  the  flowers, 
And  make  some  pretty  bowers, 

Come,  come,  come,  the  summer  now  is  here, 

Come,  come,  come,  the  summer  now  is  here, 
Come,  cull  the  sweetest  posies, 
The  violets  and  the  roses, 

Come,  come,  come,  the  summer  now  is  here. 

Come,  come,  come,  the  summer  now  is  here, 
Come,  ramble  in  the  bushes, 
And  hear  the  merry  thrushes, 

Come,  come,  come,  the  summer  now  is  here* 


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THE  YANKEE  BOY. 

Hark!  the  morning  bells  are  pealing 

Oh,  how  merrily  they  ring ! 
Waking  every  thought  and  feeling 

Of  a  Yankee  boy  to  sing, 
'Tis  our  nation's  birth  day  morning, — 

Tune  the  pipe  and  sound  the  string 
See  the  stripes  our  flag  adorning, 

Plays  beneath  our  eaglet's  wing. 

Bravely  did  our  fathers  battle 

With  a  proud  and  haughty  foe; 
Made  them  march  to  Yankee  doodle, 

Till  they  cried,  "  enough — we  '11  go." 
Then  they  told  them  to  be  missing. 

Let  our  happy  land  alone, 
Or  they 'd  catch  another  dressing, 

And  may  be  would  ne'er  get  home. 

Hark !  the  cannons  loudly  roaring, 

Spread  afar  the  nation's  joyf 
Songs  of  grateful  praise  are  soaring 

To  that  God  who  rules  on  high ; 
He  who  gave  us  Independence, 

Guards  our  free  and  happy  land,— 
He  can  strike  a  foe  with  vengeance, 

Trust  we  in  his  mighty  hand. 


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SINGING  BOOK. 


SWITZER'S  LAND  OF  HOME. 

Why,  ah  !  why  my  heart  in  sadness  ! 
Why,  'mid  scenes  like  these  declining  : 
Where  all,  though  strange  is  joy  and  glad- 
ness, 

Say,  what  wish  can  yet  be  thine  1 
Oh  !  what  wish  can  yet  be  thine. 

All  that's  dear  to  me  is  wanting, 

Lone  and  cheerless  here  I  roam, 

The  stranger's  joys  howe'er  enchanting, 

To  me  can  never  be  like  home ! 

To  me  can  never  be  like  home. 

Give  me  those,  I  ask  no  other, 
Those  that  bless  the  humble  dome, 
Where  dwell  my  father  and  my  mother; 
Give,  oh !  give  me  back  my  home, 
My  own,  my  own,  dear  native  home. 


TO  OUR  MOTHER. 

Mother!  Mother!  soft  is  the  morning  dew, 

Soft  the  cloud  of  silver  hue ; 

But  softer  is  the  mother's  hand, 

That  still  hath  hold  of  ours, 

And  leads  us  with  a  smile  so  bland, 

Along  life's  path  of  flowers. 

Mother!  Mother!  deep  the  heart  is  stirred, 
When  the  winds  through  woods  are  heard; 


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But  deeper  stirs  the  mother's  tone, 
The  tender  voice  we  love, 
That  sings  to  us  of  spring  time  flown, 
Of  hope  and  heaven  above. 

Mother !  Mother !  beautiful  is  spring 
Sunshine  gilds  the  blossoming; 
But  far  more  beautiful  her  smile, 
That  lights  our  eyes  with  hope, 
That  bids  our  budding  joys  the  while, 
With  livelier  courage  ope. 

Mother !  Mother !  sweet  the  taste  of  flowers, 

To  the  bee  that  sips  for  hours ; 

But  sweeter  far  the  rapturous  bliss, — 

It  thrills  through  every  chord, 

When  comes  to  us  a  mother's  kiss, 

Our  most  desired  reward. 

Mother!  Mother!  prizes  more  than  one, 
Greet  us  when  our  duty's  done ; 
But  all  of  them  are  nought  beside 
The  pleasure  pure  and  sweet, 
To  be  a  mother's  fondest  pride, 
And  make  her  joy  complete. 


THE  SINGER'S  SONG. 
Were  it  not  for  cheerful  song, 
Life  would  lose  its  pleasure ; 
We  could  not  endure  it  long, 
Should  we  lose  this  treasure. 
9 


ISO  SINGING  BOOK. 

*T  is  the  swell  of  joyful  song, 

Blending  happy  voices. 
Say  what  is  it  soothes  the  soul, 

And  the  heart  rejoices. 

When  the  heavy  hours  drag, 

Heavier  hours  bringing, 
When  our  spirits  faint  and  flag, 

Then  we  fly  to  singing. 
Cheerily  the  while  we  sing, 

Flies  the  brightened  hour; 
Dulness  lifts  her  drooping  wing, 

Charmed  by  music's  power. 

When  by  vile  vexations  crossed, 

And  in  naught  take  pleasure, 
When  our  comfort  we  have  lost, 

Try  a  sprightly  measure. 
This  shall  charm  back  all  our  powers 

While  we  fondly  hear  it ; 
What  the  dew  is  to  the  flowers, 

Songs  are  to  the  spirit 

Mountain,  valley,  field  and  grove, 

With  sweet  songs  are  ringing ;  ' 
We  like  birds  will  evermore, 

Cheer  the  hours  with  singing. 
Say,  what  helps  us  all  along, 

On  the  way  before  us, 
Like  a  true  and  tender  song, 

Or  a  noble  chorus. 


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THE  SWEET  BIRDS  ARE  WINGING. 

The  sweet  birds  are  winging, 

From  arbor  to  spray,  from  arbor  to 
spray, 
And  cheerily  singing, 

Of  spring  time  and  May ; 
Merry  May,  merry  May, 

Sing  shepherds,  sing  with  me, 
Cheerily,  cheerily,  sing  shepherds,  sing  with 
Merry,  merry  May.  [me. 

Companions  to  meet  us, 

Are  now  on  their  way ; 
With  garlands  to  greet  us, 

And  songs  of  the  May ; 

Merry  May,  merry  May, 
Sing  shepherds,  sing  with  me, 
Cheerily,  cheerily,  sing  shepherds,  sing  with 

Merry,  merry  May.  [me, 

The  cattle  are  lowing, 

Come  !  up  from  your  hay, 
And  quickly  be  going, 

The  morning  is  May ; 
Merry  May,  merry  May, 

Sing  shepherds,  sing  with  me, 
Cheerily,  cheerily,  sing  shepherds,  sing  with 

Merry,  merry  May.  [me, 


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The  sweet  birds  are  winging, 

From  arbor  to  spray, 
And  cheerily  singing, 

Of  spring  time  and  May ; 
Merry  May,  merry  May, 

Sing  shepherds,  sing  with  me, 
Cheerily,  cheerily,  sing  shepherds,  sing  with 

Merrry,  merry  May.  [me, 


OH  COME,  COME  AWAY. 

Oh  come,  come  away,  from  labor  now  re- 
posing, 

Let  busy  care  awhile  forbear, 

Oh  come,  come  away ! 

Come,  come,  our  social  joys  renew, 

And  there,  where  trust  and  friendship  grew, 

Let  true  hearts  welcome  you. 

Oh  come,  come  away ! 

From  toil,  and  the  cares  on  which  the  day 

is  closing, 
The  hour  of  eve  brings  sweet  reprieve, 

Oh  come,  come  away  ! 
Oh !  come  where  love  will  smile  on  thee, 
And  round  its  hearth  shall  gladness  be, 
And  time  fly  merrily. 

Oh  come,  come  away ! 


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While  sweet  Philomel  the  weary  traveller 
cheering, 

With  evening  songs  her  note  prolongs, 
Oh  come,  come  away  ! 

In  answering  songs  of  sympathy, 

We  Ml  sing  in  tuneful  harmony 

Of  Hope,  Joy,  Liberty. 

Oh  come,  come  away  ! 

The  bright  day  is  gone ;  the  moon  and  stars 

appearing, 
With  silver  light  illume  the  night, 

Oh  come,  come  away  ! 
Come  join  your  prayers  with  ours,  address 
Kind  Heaven,  our  peaceful  home  to  bless 
With  Health,  Hope,  Happiness. 

Oh  come,  come  away  ! 

FROM  HIS  HUMBLE  GRASSY  BED. 
From  his  humble  grassy  bed, 

See  the  warbling  lark  arise ; 
By  his  grateful  wishes  led, 

Towards  the  regions  of  the  skies. 
Songs  of  thanks,  and  praise  he  pours, 

Harmonizing  airy  space, 
Sings,  and  mounts,  and  higher  soars, 

Towards  the  throne  of  heavenly  grace. 

Small  his  gifts  compared  to  mine, 
Poor  my  thanks  with  his  compared ; 


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I  've  a  soul  almost  divine, 

Angels  blessings  with  me  share. 

Wake  my  soul,  to  praise  aspire, 
Reason  every  scene  accord, 

Join  in  pure  seraphic  fire, 

Love,  and  thank,  and  praise  the  Lord. 

COME,  SEEK  THE  BOWER. 

Come,  seek  the  bower,  the  rosr  ^ower, 

I  love  its  cool  retreat ; 
The  sun  is  high,  and  great  his  pow'r, 
And  weary  are  our  feet. 
Then  Edward  and  Emma,  and  Joseph  and 
Sarah, 

And  Kitty,  the  beautiful  maid, 
And  William  and  Mary,  and  Robert  and 
Ellen, 

And  Richard,  the  call  obeyed. 

Then  Edward,  <fec. 
They  sought  the  bower,  the  rosy  bower, 
And  sat  in  the  pleasant  shade. 

Ye  youths  and  maidens  join  the  song, 

I  love  a  cheerful  glee  ; 
The  echoes  shall  our  notes  prolong, 

Then  come  and  sing  with  me. 
Then  Edward,  &c. 
They  sung  a  cheerful  song, 

And  sat  in  the  pleasant  shade. 


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FLOW  GENTLY,  SWEET  SCHUYLKILL. 

Air — Flow  gently,  Sweet  Afton. 
Flow  gently,  sweet  Schuylkill,  among  thy 

green  trees, 
Flow  gently,  we  '11  Sing  thee  a  song  in  thy 
praise, 

We  love  thy  pure  water,  thy  sweet  silver 
stream, 

And  here  we  would  linger  by  moonlight's 
soft  beam ; 

The  tide  of  intemperance  has  had  its  full 
sway, 

The  wine  cup  we  banish,  away  far  away; 
Then  come  to  Philadelphia,  our  city  of  fame, 
We  '11  sing  of  thy  praises,  sweet  Schuylkill, 
again. 

Thy  chrystal  stream,  Schuylkill,  how  lovely 
it  glides, 

And  winds  by  the  cot  where  contentment 
resides, 

At  evening  we  fain  by  thy  green  banks 
would  stray,  [day ; 

And  lose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toils  of  the 
Flow  gently,  sweet  Schuylkill,  among  thy 
green  trees,  [lays, 
Flow  gently,  sweet  river,  the  theme  of  our 
O'er  hills,  and  o'er  valleys,  thy  bright  water 

comes,  ** 
To  cheer  and  enliven  our  own  happy  homes* 


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COME  AND  SEE  THE  RIPE  FRUIT 
FALLING. 
Air — Autumn. 
Come  and  see  the  ripe  fruit  falling 
For  the  autumn  now  is  calling  ; 
Come  and  see  the  smiling  vine, 
How  its  golden  clusters  shine. 

Come,  when  morning  smiling  gaily, 
Drives  the  mist  along  the  valley  ; 
Come  when  first  the  distant  horn, 
Pealing  wakes  the  joyful  morn. 

In  the  early  morning  hour, 
Ere  the  dew  has  left  the  bower, 
In  the  ruddy,  purple  beam, 
Come  and  see  the  vineyards  gleam. 

Thou  shalt  feel  a  new  born  pleasure, 
Gazing  thus  on  autumn's  treasure  : 
And  thy  joyful  heart  shall  raise 
Sweeter  songs  of  grateful  praise. 


TIS  HOME  WHERE'ER  THE  HEART  !& 
yT  is  home  where'er  the  heart  is, 

Where'er  its  living  treasures  dwell; 
In  cavern  or  in  princely  hall, 

In  forest  haunt  or  hermit  cell : 


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'T  is  bright  where'er  the  heart  is, 
Its  fairy  spells  have  power  to  bring 

Fresh  fountains  to  the  wilderness, 
And  to  the  desert  vernal  spring. 

'T  is  free  where'er  the  heart  is, 

No  rankling  chains  nor  dungeon  dim, 
Can  check  the  mind's  aspirings, 

The  bounding  spirit's  pealing  hymn ; 
The  heart  gives  life  its  beauty, 

Its  warmth,  its  radiance,  and  its  power; 
Is  sunlight  to  its  rippling  stream, 

And  soft  dew  to  its  drooping  flower. 

"OH,  CALL  MY  BROTHER  BACK  TO  ME.** 

"  O,  call  my  brother  back  to  me ; 

I  cannot  play  alone  ; 
The  summer  comes  with  flower  and  bee ; 

Where  is  my  brother  gone  % 

The  butterfly  is  glancing  bright 

Across  the  sunbeam's  track ; 
I  care  not  now  to  chase  its  flight — 

O,  call  my  brother  back." 

"  He  would  not  hear  my  voice,  fair  child  , 

He  may  not  come  to  thee  ; 
The  face  that  once  like  spring  time  smiled, 

On  earth  no  more  thou  'It  see." 


138  SINGING  BOOK. 

"  And  has  he  left  his  birds  and  flowers  t 

And  must  I  call  in  vain  1 
And  through  the  long,  long  summer  hours, 

Will  he  not  come  again  1 

And  by  the  brook,  and  in  the  glade, 
Are  all  our  wanderings  o'er  7 
Oh  while  my  brother  with  me  play'd, 
Would  I  had  loved  him  more  V9 


WHAT  FAIRY  LIKE  MUSIC. 

What  fairy  like  music  steals  over  the 
sea, 

Entrancing  the  senses  with  charmed 
melody, 

'Tis  the  voice  of  the  mermaid  that  floats 
o'er  the  main, 

As  she  mingles  her  song  with  the  gondo- 
lier's strain.  • 

The  winds  are  all  hushed,  and  the  waters 
at  rest, 

They  sleep  like  the  passions  in  infancy's 
breast, 

Till  storms  shall  unchain  them  from  out 

their  dark  cave, 
And  break  the  repose  of  the  soul  and  the 

wave. 


SINGING  BOOK.  139 


MY  NATIVE  HOME. 

I  am  far  from  my  native  home, 

On  the  wide  and  surgy  sea, 
While  our  gallant  ship  battles  the  foam, 

The  wind  screams  its  wild  melody. 
There's  a  glimmering  light  on  our  wake, 

'T  'is  the  beacon  light  on  the  shore, 
Like  the  last  flash  of  Hope,  its  rays  break 

On  the  soul  they  will  gladden  no  more. 
Fare  thee  well — land  of  the  free  ! 
The  heart  of  the  wanderer  turns  to  thee. 

I  may  tarry  in  foreign  lands  ; 

But  my  friends,  my  heart  's  with  you, 
I  '11  remember  the  press  of  your  hands, 

And  the  day  that  I  bade  you  adieu. 
Oh,  it  matters  not  where  my  path  turns, 

My  beacon  star  shall  be 
The  light  of  thy  freedom  that  beams 

O'er  the  land  of  the  brave  and  the  free. 
Fare  thee  well — land  of  the  free !  &c. 

They  may  tell  of  their  kingly  courts, 
1  Of  their  maidens  bright  and  fair ; 

But  the  first  in  a  freeman's  thoughts, 
Is  his  home  and  those  he  left  there. 

Then  let  the  wild  winds  whistle  on, 
And  the  land  loom  on  our  lea ; 


140  SINGING  BOOK. 

Though  the  form  of  the  wand'rer  has  gone, 

His  heart,  happy  land,  is  with  thee ! 
Fare  thee  well — land  of  the  free  !  &c. 


KEEP  THE  DECLARATION. 

We  come,  we  come,  a  little  band, 

As  children  of  the  nation  ; 
We  're  joined  in  heart,  we  're  joined  in  hap  , 

To  keep  the  Declaration, 

To  keep  the  Declaration. 

We  come,  we  come,  with  joyful  eyes  ; 

We  fear  no  usurpation  : 
Our  fathers  fought  to  win  the  prize, 

And  keep  the  Declaration, 
And  keep,  &c. 

We  come,  we  come,  so  free,  so  brave, 
We  are  filled  with  admiration  ; 

Otai  stripes  ind  ^rars,  we  proudly  wavf 
To  keep  the  Declaration, 
To  keep,  &c. 

We  come,  we  come,  to  God  be  praise 

For  our  exalted  station  : 
We  :hank  Hix  for  such  happy  days, 

And  keep  the  Declaration, 
And  keep,  <fcc. 


SINGING  BOOK.  141 

MAIL,  BEAUTEOUS  MORN. 

Hail,  beauteous  morn  !  now  decked  in  all 
thy  rich  attire ; 

Hail,  glorious  sun !  thy  beams  with  grati- 
tude inspire ; 

Pail,  warbling  birds !  what  songs  with  yours 
compare  ; 

Hail,  lovely  flowers !  your  fragrance  fills 
the  air. 

All  nature  glows  with  various  forms  and 

colors  bright; 
Hail,  then,  sweet  morn !  thou  fill'st  my  heart 

with  new  delight. 

Wake !  then,  fair  lady,  the  morn  unfolds  its 

sweets  for  you ; 
Wake !  for  the  rising  sun  ascends  with 

golden  hue ; 
Wake !  to  the  sound  of  warblers  'mongst 

the  trees;  v 
Wake!  for  the  flow'rs  with  fragrance  fill 

the  breeze, 

Rise !  and  behold  the  landscape  with  its 

varied  scene ; 
'T  is  lovely,  more  lovely,  than  thy  brightest, 

sweetest  dream. 

WE  ARE  A  BAND  OF  FREEMEN. 
The  teetotalers  are  coming, 
The  teetotalers  are  coming, 


142  SINGING  BOOK. 


The  teetotalers  are  coming, 
With  the  cold  water  pledge. 

We  're  a  band  of  freemen, 

We  're  a  band  of  freemen, 

We  're  a  band  of  freemen, 
And  we  '11  sound  it  through  the  land. 

We  have  alcohol  forsaken, 
We  will  all  the  land  awaken, 
Stand  firmly  and  unshaken, 
To  the  cold  water  pledge,  &c. 

We  will  save  our  sisters,  brothers, 
Our  fathers,  sons,  and  mothers, 
Our  neighbours,  and  all  others, 
With  the  cold  water  pledge,  &c. 

Huzza  for  reformation, 
By  all  in  every  station, 
Throughout  this  wide  creation, 
With  the  cold  water  pledge,  &c. 

May  no  evil  e'er  betide  us, 

To  sever  or  divide  us, 

But  the  God  of  mercy  guide  us, 

With  the  cold  water  pledge,  <fcc. 

MY  MOTHER  DEAR. 
There  was  a  place  in  childhood, 
That  I  remember  well, 


SINGING  BOOK.  143 


And  there  a  voice  of  sweetest  tones, 

Bright  fairy  tales  did  tell. 
And  gentle  words,  and  fond  embrace, 

Were  given  with  joy  to  me, 
When  I  was  in  that  happy  place, 

Upon  my  mother's  knee  ; 
My  mother  dear !  my  mother  dear ! 

My  gentle,  gentle  mother. 

When  fairy  tales  were  ended, 
"  Good  night,"  she  softly  said, 

And  kissed  and  laid  me  down  to  sleep, 
Within  my  tiny  bed  ; 

And  holy  words  she  taught  me  there  ; 
Methinks  I  yet  can  see 

Her  angel  eye,  as  close  I  knelt 

Beside  my  mother's  knee. 
My  mother  dear !  my  mother  dear ! 

My  gentle,  gentle  mother. 

In  the  sickness  of  my  childhood, 

The  perils  of  my  prime, 
The  sorrows  of  my  riper  years. 

The  cares  of  every  time ; 
When  doubt  or  danger  wejgh'd  me  down 

Then  pleading  all  for  me, 
It  was  a  fervent  prayer  to  heaven, 

That  bent  my  mother's  knee. 
My  mother  dear !  my  mother  dear! 

My  gentle,  gentle  mother. 


144  SINGING  BOOK. 


THE  CHAPLET  OF  FLOWERS. 

Make  me  no  gaudy  chaplet, 
Weave  it  of  simple  flowers  ; 

Seek  them  in  lowly  valleys, 
After  gentle  showers  ; 

Bring  me  no  dark  red  roses, 
Gay  in  the  sunshine  glowing. 

Bring  me  the  pale  moss  rose  buds, 
Beneath  the  fresh  leaves  growing, 

Bring  not  the  proud-eyed  blossom, 
Darling  of  eastern  daughters  ; 

Bring  me  the  snowy  lily, 
Floating  on  silent  waters. 

Gems  of  the  lowly  valley, 

Buds  which  the  leaves  are  shading, 
Lilies  of  peaceful  waters, 

Emblems  of  mine,  unfading, 
Lilies  of  peaceful  waters, 

Emblems  be  mine,  be  mine. 


WE  ARE  JUST  WHAT  WE  ARE. 

Why  should  we  forever  sorrow, 
Though  our  lot  seems  hard  ! 
Not  to-day  nor  yet  to-morrow, 


SINGING   ROOK.  145 


Should  we  give  ourselves  to  sadness  ; 
But  to  God  give  thanks  in  gladness, 
That  we  are  just  what  we  are. 

Worldly  chance  may  often  sever 

Friendship's  dearest  ties; 
Friends  are  false — but  let  us  ever 
As  our  friendships  may  be  fewer, 
To  ourselves  at  least  be  truer, 

And  be  glad  we  are  what  we  are* 

If  misfortunes  overtake  us, 

Soon  or  late  in  life, 
Why  .should  that  unhappy  make  us ; 
Fate  is  hard,  but  let's  assure  her 
Though  we're  poor,  we  might  be  poorer: 

And  we  are  glad  we  are  what  we  are. 

Then  forever  banish  sorrow, 

Though  our  lot  seems  hard ; 
Banish  to  some  distant  morrow, 
All  unreasonable  sadness, 
And  to  God  give  thanks  in  gladness, 

That  we  are  are  just  what  we  are. 


LIFE  LET  US  CHERISH. 

Life  let  us  cherish,  while  yet  the  taper  glows. 
And  the  fresh  flowret  pluck  ere  it  close. 


146  SINGING  BOOK. 


Why  are  we  fond  of  toil  and  care  ? 
Why  choose  the  rankling  thorn  to  wear, 
And  heedless  by  the  lily  stray, 
Which  blossoms  in  our  way  1 
• 

Life  let  us  cherish,  while  yet  the  taper  glows, 
And  the  fresh  flowret  pluck  ere  it  close. 
When  clouds  obscure  the  atmosphere, 
And  forked  lightnings  rend  the  air, 
The  sun  resumes  its  silver  crest, 
And  smiles  adorn  the  west. 

Life  let  us  cherish,  while  yet  the  taper  glows, 
And  the  fresh  flowret  pluck  ere  it  close. 

The  genial  seasons  soon  are  o'er ; 

Then  let  us,  ere  we  quit  the  shore, 

Contentment  seek ;  it  is  life's  zest, 

The  suirshine  of  the  breast. 

Life  let  us  cherish,  while  yet  the  taper  glows, 
And  the  fresh  flowret  pluck  ere  it  close. 

Away  with  every  toil  and  care, 

And  cease  the  rankling  thorn  to  wear; 

With  manful  hearts  life's  conflict  meet, 

Till  death  sounds  the  retreat. 


THE  OLD  OAKEN  BUCKET. 
How  dear  to  this  heart  are  the  scenes  of 
my  childhood, 
When  fond  recollection  presents  to  my 
view, 


SINGING  BOOK. 


147 


The  orchard,  the  meadow,  the  deep  tangled 
wild  wood, 
And  every  loved  spot  which  my  infancy 
knew  : 

The  wide  spreading  pond  and  the  mill 
which  stood  near  it, 
The  bridge  and  the  rock  where  the  cata- 
ract fell, 

The  cot  of  my  father,  the  dairy  hous« 
nigh  it. 

And  e'en  the  rude  bucket  that  hung  in 
the  well. 

The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron-bound 
bucket, 

The  moss-covered  bucket  that  hung  in 
the  well. 

The  moss-icovered  bucket  I  hail  as  a  trea- 
sure, 

For  often  at  noon,  when  returned  from 
the  field, 

I  found  it  the  source  of  an  exquisite  plea- 
sure, 

The  purest  and  sweetest  that  nature  could 
yield. 

How  ardent  I  seized  it  with  hands  that  were 
glowing, 

And  quick  to  the  white  pebbled  bottom  it 
fell. 


148  SINGING  BOOK. 

Then  soon,  with  the  emblem  of  truth  over- 
flowing, 

And  dropping  with  coolness,  it  rose  from 
the  well, 

The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron-bound 
bucket, 

The  moss-covered  bucket  that  hung  in 
the  well. 

How  sweet  from  the  green  mossy  rim  to 
receive  it, 

As  poised  on  the  curb  it  inclined  to  my 
lips ; 

Not  a  full  flowing  goblet  could  tempt  me  to 
leave  it, 

Though  filled  with  the  nectar  that  Jupiter 
sips. 

And  now  far  removed  from  the  loved  situa- 
tion. 

The  tear  of  regret  will  intrusively  swell, 
As  fancy  reverts  to  my  father's  planta- 
tion, 

And  sighs  for  the  bucket  which  hung  in 
the  well, 

The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron-bound 
bucket, 

The  moss-covered  bucket  that  hung  in 
the  well. 


SINGING  BOOK.  149 


A  LIFE  ON  THE  OCEAN  WAVE. 

A  life  on  the  ocean  wave, 

A  home  on  the  rolling  deep, 
Where  the  scattered  waters  rave, 

And  the  winds  their  revels  keep ! 
Like  an  eagle  caged,  I  pine, 

On  this  dull  unchanging  shore ; 
O  give  me  the  flashing  brine, 
The  spray  and  the  tempest's  roar ! 
A  life  on  the  ocean  wave, 

A  home  on  the  rolling  deep  ! 
Where  the  scattered  waters  rave, 
And  the  winds  their  revels  keep ! 

Once  more  on  the  deck  I  stand, 

Of  my  own  swift  gliding  craft ; 
Set  sail;  farewell  to  the  land, 
The  gale  follows  fair  abaft. 
We  shoot  through  the  sparkling  foam 

Like  an  ocean  bird  set  free  ; 
Like  the  ocean  bird,  our  home 
We  '11  find,  far  out  on  the  sea ! 
A  life  on  the  ocean  wave, 

A  home  on  the  rolling  deep ! 
Where  the  scattered  waters  rave, 
And  the  winds  their  revels  keep ! 

The  land  is  no  longer  in  view, 
The  clouds  have  begun  to  frown ; 


150 


SINGING  BOOK. 


But  with  a  stout  vessel  and  crew, 

We  '11  say,  let  the  storm  come  down  ! 
And  the  song  of  our  hearts  shall  be, 

While  the  winds  and  the  waters  rave, 
A  life  on  the  heaving  sea, 

A  home  on  the  bounding  wave ! 
A  life  on  the  ocean  wave, 

A  home  on  the  rolling  deep  ! 
Where  the  scattered  waters  rave, 
And  the  winds  their  revels  keep  I 


DON  'T  KILL  THE  BIRDS. 

Don 't  kill  the  birds,  the  little  birds, 

That  sing  about  your  door ; 
Soon  as  the  joyous  spring  has  come, 

And  chilling  storms  are  o'er, 
The  little  birds,  how  sweet  they  sing ! 

O  let  them  joyous  live, 
And  never  seek  to  take  the  life 

Which  you  can  never  give. 

Don't  kill  the  birds,  the  little  birds 

That  play  among  the  trees  ; 
'T  would  make  the  earth  a  cheerless  place, 

Should  we  dispense  with  these. 
The  little  birds,  how  fond  they  play ! 

Do  not  disturb  their  sport : 


SINGING  BOOK.  151 


But  let  them  warble  forth  their  songs, 
Till  winter  cuts  them  short. 

Do  n't  kill  the  birds,  the  happy  birds 

That  bless  the  field  and  grove, 
So  innocent  to  look  upon, 

They  claim  our  warmest  love. 
The  happy  birds,  the  tuneful  birds, 

How  pleasant 't  is  to  see ; 
No  spot  can  be  a  cheerless  place 

Where'er  their  presence  be. 


THE  SPRING  TIME  OF  YEAR  IS 
COMING. 

The  spring  time  of  year  is  coming,  feoming, 

Birds  are  blithe,  are  blithe  and  gay ; 
Insects  bright  are  humming,  humming, 
And  all  the  world  is  May,  love, 
And  all  the  world  is  May. 
The  glorious  sun  is  brighter 
The  balmy  air  is  lighter ; 
E'en  woman  when  we  meet  her  in  this  sweet 
time  is  sweeter. 

The  gale  is  gently  swelling,  swelling, 
With  fragrance  from  the  balmy  grove, 


152 


SINGING  BOOK. 


And  youthful  swains  are  telling,  telling, 
Their  happy  tales  of  love,  of  love, 
Their  happy  tales  of  love. 

Spring  makes  the  pulse  with  pleasure  beat, 
Spring  makes  the  heart  with  raptur? 
thrill, 

Each  maiden  hastes  her  love  to  meet, 
With  hope  and  joy  his  heart  to  fill. 


SWEET  DAY. 

Sweet  day,  so  cool,  so  calm,  so  bright, 

Bridal  of  earth  and  sky ; 
The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night, 

For  thou,  alas  !  must  die. 
The  dew  shall  weep  thy  fall  to-night, 

For  thou,  alas  !  must  die. 

Sweet  rose  in  air,  whose  odors  wave, 
And  color  charms  the  eye ; 

Thy  root  is  even  in  its  grave, 
And  thou,  alas  I  must  die. 

Sweet  spring,  of  days  and  roses  made, 
Whose  charms  for  beauty  vie, 

Thy  days  depart,  thy  roses  fade, 
Thou,  too,  alas  !  must  die. 

Only  a  sweet  and  holy  soul 
Hath  tints  that  never  die ; 


SINGING  BOOK. 


153 


While  flowers  decay,  and  seasons  roll, 
This  lives  and  cannot  die. 


PORTUGUESE  HYMN. 

The  Lord  is  our  shepherd,  our  guardian, 
and  guide ; 

Whatever  we  want,  he  will  kindly  provide. 
To  sheep  of  his  pasture,  his  mercies 
abound, 

His  care  and  protection  his  flock  will  sur- 
round. 

The  Lord  has  become  our  salvation  and 
song, 

His  blessings  have  followed  us  all  our  life 
long: 

His  name  we  will  praise  while  he  lends  us 

our  breath, 
Be  cheerful  in  life  and  be  happy  in  death. 


CLOSE  OF  THE  WEEK. 

See  !  another  week  is  gone  ! 

Quickly  have  the  minutes  past ; 
This  we  enter  now  upon 

Will  tb  many  prove  their  last. 


154  SINGING  BOOK. 


Mercy  hitherto  has  spared, 

But  have  mercies  been  improved  ! 
Let  us  ask,  Am  I  prepared, 

Should  I  be  this  week  removed  1 

Some  we  now  no  longer  see, 

Who  their  mortal  race  have  run, 
Seemed  as  fair  for  life  as  we 

When  the  former  week  begun. 
While  we  pray,  and  while  we  hear, 

Hslp  us,  Lord,  each  one  to  think, 
Vast  eternity  is  near, 

I  am  standing  on  the  brink. 


DEATH  OF  A  SCHOLAR. 

A  mourning  class,  a  vacant  seat, 
Tell  us  that  one  we  loved  to  meet 
Will  join  our  youthful  throng  no  more, 
Till  all  these  changing  scenes  are  o'er. 

That  welcome  face,  that  sparkling  eye, 
And  sprightly  form  must  buried  lie  ; 
Deep  in  the  cold  and  silent  gloom, 
The  rayless  night  that  fills  the  tomb. 

And  we  live  on,  but  none  can  say,      %  . 
How  near  or  distant  is  the  day 
When  death's  unwelcome  hand  shall  come, 
To  lay  us  in  our  narrow  home. 


SINGING  BOOK.  155 

God  tells  us,  by  this  mournful  death, 
How  vain  and  fleeting  is  our  breath  ; 
And  bids  our  souls  prepare  to  meet 
The  trial  of  his  judgment  seat. 


EVENING  HYMN. 

Air — FleytVs  Hymn* 
Gently  comes  the  close  of  day, 
Sing  we  now  our  evening  lay  ; 
To  our  pleasant  homes  we  hie, 
Ere  the  stars  are  in  the  sky. 

Let  our  gratitude  arise, 
To  Ihe  builder  of  the  skies ; 
For  our  parents,  teachers,  friends, 
For  the  blessings  which  He  sends. 

Let  us  at  the  twilight  ray, 
Lift  our  youthful  hearts,  and  pray ; 
Ask  the  God  of  boundless  might, 
To  protect  us  through  the  night. 

When  the  closing  hour  shall  come, 
When  we  leave  our  earthly  home, 
May  we  then  with  angels  be, 
Then  our  heavenly  Father  see. 

PARTING. 
Father,  once  more  let  grateful  praise, 
And  humble  prayer  to  Thee  ascend ; 


156  SINGING  BOOK. 


Thou  Guide  and  Guardian  of  my  ways, 
Our  first,  and  last,  and  only  Friend. 

Since  every  day  and  hour  that 's  gone 
Has  been  with  mercy  richly  crowned; 

Mercy,  we  know,  shall  still  flow  on, 
Forever  sure,  as  time  rolls  round. 

Hear,  Thou,  the  parting  prayers  we  pour, 
And  bind  our  hearts  in  love  alone ; 

Though  we  may  meet  on  earth  no  more, 
May  we  at  last  surround  Thy  throne. 


DISMISSION. 

We  now  from  school  depart, 
Grace  in  God's  house  to  seek ; 
Be  present,  Lord,  with  every  heart, 
There,  and  throughout  the  week. 

May  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Rule  us  in  peace  and  love ; 
And  when  on  earth  thy  will  is  done. 
Receive  our  souls  above. 


INDEX. 

Page 

Across  the  Lake,   45 

Auld  Lang  Syne,   48 

Auld  Lang  Syne  at  School,   53 

America,  I  love  Thee  still,   59 

A  temperance  Song,   67 

All  is  well   108 

A  broken  Heart,   116 

Away  to  School,   1'22 

A  Lite  on  the  Ocean  wave,   149 

Bell  Chimes,  ,   15 

Before  all  Lands  in  East  or  West,   45 

Bliss  is  Hovering,   51 

Boyleston  Hymn,   86 

Bring  Wreaths   97 

Brightest  and  Best,  114 

Columbia,  the  Gem  of  the  Ocean,   4 

Childhood's  Song,   8 

Canadian  Boat  Song   15 

Come  all  little  Children,   16 

Childreu  go,   40 

Clear  the  way  !  the  World  is  waking,   46 

Change,   53 

Chant.— Psalm  cxxi,   93 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,   94 

Christmas  Hymn,   117 

Columbia  ,   %b 

Contentment,  119 

Come,  seek  the  Bower,   134 

Come  and  see  the  ripe  Fruit  falling,   136 

Close  of  the  week,   153 

Death  of  the  Flowers,   70 

Do  n't  kill  the  Birds   150 

Death  of  a  Scholar,     154 

Dismission,     156 

Echo  Song,  fo#  Holidays,   6 

Early  Piety,   88 

Eden  is  my  Home,   93 

Eveaing  Hymn,   105,  155 

157 


158 


INDEX. 


First  day  of  May,   24 

Flowers,  wild  wood  Flowers,   40 

Farewell,  Good  Night,   47 

Friendship,.   49 

From  his  humble  Grassy  Bed,  ,  133 

Flow  gently,  sweet  Schuylkill,  135 

Gaily  the  Fisherman,  v.,   6 

Good  Bye,   >v.   32 

Go,  sweet  Bird,  ..."   47 

God  is  Love,  .   79 

God  is  in  Heaven,    92 

Give  me  a  thankful  Heart,  -   113 

Home,  sweet  Home,  .   18 

Hail  Columbia,   38 

He  is  gone  to  the  Mountain,   62 

Home,   63 

Heavenly  Rest,   77 

Harwell   85 

Hymns,   103,  104,  107 

Hosanna,.   115 

Hail,  beauteous  Morn,   141 

I  see  them  on  their  Winding  Way,   13 

I  've  been  Roaming,   31 

I  'm  but  a  Child  before  Thee,   106 

I  would  not  live  al way,   112 

Independence,  118 

Joy  to  the  World,   78 

Know  ye  the  Land,   26 

Keep  the  Declaration,   140 

List,  list,  H  is  Music  Stealing,   29 

Lovely  Rose,   44 

Let  me  rest  in  the  Land  of  my  Birth,   57 

Loud  raise  the  Peal  of  Gladness,   110 

Life  let  us  cherish,   106,  145 

Maltese  Boatman's  Song,   12 

Merry  Swiss  Boy,   25 

'My  Mother,   52 

May  Song,  •  •   54 

My  Native  Home,  '.  139 

My  Mother  Dear,     142 

National  Hymn,   32 

Never  look  Sad,   58 


INDEX.  159 

^  .  .  Pag6 

Oh,  is  it  not  a  pity,  ,   17 

O,  how  brightly,   20 

Ode  to  Science,   58 

Oft  in  the  Stilly  Night,   71 

Our  Father  in  Heaven,   95 

Oh  come,  come  away  ,   132 

Oh,  call  my  Brother  back  to  me,   137 

Pleasures  of  Childhood,   55 

Prayer,   74 

Parting,   83 

Portuguese  Hymn,   153 

Parting,  . .. .  155 

Round,   9 

Rockaway,   28 

Rise  from  thy  Mourning,   78 

Remember  thy  Creator,   86 

River  of  Death   96 

Soft  Music  is  stealing,   7 

Song  of  the  Free,   22 

Sweet  Memories  of  Thee,   35 

Shall  we  oppressed  with  Sadness,   42 

Shed  not  a  Tear,   80 

Spring  Wishes,   81 

See,  the  Light  is  dawning,   90 

Ship  ahoy   120 

Singing  and  Study,   123 

Summer  Song,   126 

Switzer's  Land  of  Home,   128 

Sweet  Day.   152 

There 's  much  good  Cheer,   3 

The  Might  with  the  Right,.  '   9 

'Tis  near  the  Spot,   11 

The  Pilot,   12 

The  Sunset  Tree,   14 

The  Ivy  Green,*   30 

The  Spider  and  Fly,   34 

The  Star  Spangled  Banner,   36 

The  Field  Daisy,   38 

Trv  ag-ain,   41 

The  love  of  Truth,   43 

The  Intermission,   19 

The  Fairy  Boy,   SO 


160  INDEX. 

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Temperance  Cadet's  Song,   64 

Temperance  Ode,   65 

Temperance,   65 

Temperance  Call,   66 

The  Drink  for  me,   68 

Temperance  Ode,   6J 

The  Stars   72 

There 's  not  a  Tint,   73 

The  Blissful  Hope,   tb 

Trust  in  the  Lord,   75 

The  Farmer  and  Teacher,   76 

The  Star  of  the  Nativity,   84 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem,   87 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd   89 

The  Pearl  of  Great  Price,  . .  91 

The  Happy  Land,   99 

Thou  art  passing  away,   100 

Thou  art,  O  God,  101 

The  blest  Eternal  Home,   109 

Thou  soft  flowing  Kedron   Ill 

The  Kingdom  of  Heaven,   113 

The  Fount  of  Joy,   121 

The  Student  Bov,   124 

The  Yankee  Boy   127 

To  our  Mother   128 

The  Singer's  Song,   129 

The  sweet  Birds  are  winging,   131 

T  is  Home  where'er  the  Heart  is,   136 

The  Chaplet  of  Flowers,   144 

The  Old  Oaken  Bucket,   146 

The  Spring  time  of  year  is  coming,   151 

Vacation  Song,   23 

We  will  rise,   19 

Welcome  to  School,   56 

Woodman  Spare  that  Tree,   61 

Widow  of  Nain,   98 

Wc  won't  give  up  the  Bible,.  .   h)l 

William  Tell   12? 

What  Fairy  like  Music   138 

We  are  a  Band  of  Freemen,   141 

We  are  just  what  we  are,   144 

Ve  Banks  and  Braes,   4 


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